"A job well done, agent. Return to base for your reward."

Your boss, from the end of your earbud’s line, praises you with respect and validation. You chuckle, blinded by the charms of money since you had nowhere to earn income. It's not your fault that your family abandoned you like a rotten puppet. As soon as you hung up, you feel something hard and cold pressing up against the back of your head.

"Hands where I can see them, sweetheart." The cop smirked.

Crap.