High blood pressure pills would surely be in your future. If Mark didn't stop fucking around, you'd have to buried soon.

You ran a hand over your face as he sat on the opposite side of your desk. He'd ambushed some members of the rival organization for fun. Of course he didn't care the repercussions this could have.

He tilted his head and smiled blankly. He was busy cleaning his favorite toy, an old revolver. The rag quickly became stained a dark red.

"Are you mad, boss?"