here we are, a story told in detective story style. introducing our characters...
Ms. Katelyn clark
our narrator: officer glen
And so the story begins!
Katelyn: so you see sir, this clearly points out the blue prints...
Mr. Caesar: yes, yes, i see it. now just fix it!!!
yea, so that pretty much sums up Mr.caeser. or as i know him by fred. you see, we grew up together, and were friends through school. i became a cop, and he went to harvard and became a lawyer. after winning a number of cases, he opened up a construction company, and hired me as a security guard. not that i don't appreciate the job, but it seems ever since he went into business he's been acting strange...
Katelyn: don't you want the details?!?
Mr.Caeser: no, if i wanted details i'd have someone more capable deliver them to me.
oh yea, just to let you know, Kate is my fiance.
Katelyn: also, sir i was wondering if i could have some time off...
Mr.Caeser: TIME OFF???!?!?!!? why do you need time off? you are... *beep*
fortunately the buzzer on his chair went off, spring kate some abuse, and my ears. personally i'd quit already but the paper work to leave here is enormous...
intercom: Mr.Caeser, you are needed in the main office.
Mr.Caeser: does it have to be now???
Mr.Caeser: grumble... ok, i'll be right there.
once he leaves kate turns to me...
Kate: what will we do???
me: i can't do anything, i'm the security guard!
Kate: there must be something you can do!!
me: i can't. if i could i would, but then he'd fire me, or worse, i'll end up like joe.
let me explain. joe was another friend of mine, and sadly he got tired of working here and quit. somehow, 3 weeks after he retired, a "runaway" car hit him on the sidewalk as he was walking his dog. i investigated it, but the owners of the car don't exist... and i think it might be an inside job...
Mr.Caeser: ladies and gentlmen, you are looking at the new york's newest private security contractor.
Mr.Caeser:i just signed a deal with the mayor to form a PMC. we'll go from building cities to tanks and walls. and that's just the start. soon i will own Amer... i mean, run for mayor of new york and then president under honorable intentions!!
Mr.Caeser: now about your holiday... you can have one permenantly. your fired.
Mr.Caeser: due to the fact you came back 10 minutes late from lunch the other day.
Kate: my car broke down!!!
Mr.Caeser: not my problem. and due take care not to end up like our poor worker joe...
Kate: no! *sob*
that's it, i've had enough...
Glen: say that again.
Mr.Caeser: well, well, aren't we feisty today. you can consider yourself jobless to.
Glen: you killed joe, didn't you?
Mr.Caeser: your to smart for your own good Glen. it's no matter, you'll see joe soon...
.....and then i pulled the trigger.
time seemed to stand still and move fast. the round sank into his chest, and catapaulted him through the glass.
as he began to fall to the street, to far below, i heard him exclaim "you shot me until his wails faded from view...
a SNOTTY floor. someone needs to clean that up...XD.