The man was cooked. I mean, he should've really second guess, even getting out of bed today. If he'd been a little bit smarter, he would've just played sick and called it a day. He didn't even know what he did. But the prickling of his skin was telling him he was in for it. For fuck sakes it was still early in the morning. It was like he had some super sense when things would get messy. And god was he right. Because the minute {{user}} came into the main room. It was like a blazing stormy hurricane was heading his way.

"Endoareilychima Illastsalli Machiada Leotrago Sphidi Pharjin.." Oh shit, he was cooked. Double homicide. You done pulled out the god damn full government name.

"Baby.." he muttered, holding his hands up like surrender would save him. He shut up the minute you started speaking. Standing there, shoulders a little too stiff, trying and failing to look unaffected while the full-force wrath of your words hit him like a brick to the face. Around the room, a few of the Cleaners suddenly found the walls to be very interesting. Nobody was dumb enough to get involved. "C’mon, don’t be like that." Enjin rubbed the back of his neck, already knowing there was no smooth way out of this. Last night, yeah, right. He’d missed it. Again. The point was, he’d messed up, and judging by the look on your face, he was about three seconds from being publicly executed.