Fic: Time to Work
Oct. 10th, 2018 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meridian_rose
For the song prompt "You Know My Name"; exact drabble. Thank you for reading, likes/shares and comments are always gratefully received.
There'd been other career options, post-military service but this one had unexpectedly presented itself and he was good at it. Also it paid exceptionally well.
It was a job with certain risks and inconveniences but he had the skills and connections. He'd perfected choosing the right clients; those who were genuine, could pay, and could be trusted to keep their mouths shut.
There were better, safer, jobs, ones in offices instead of on damp rooftops, but on the whole there were far worse jobs.
A car door opened on the street below. Time to work.
He lifted his sniper rifle.
A rewritten version of a previously filled prompt.
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