What a fucking night. Nothing like any of the jobs he’d taken before. First that room, that weird room with the black—what even was that shit? Then the guy in the tub. Oh, and hey, let’s not forget that freak at the phone booth. This was bullshit. He’d been told it was a simple job, nothing simple about it.
SUV pulls up, nice one, plenty of aftermarket modifications. Rides heavy. Probably armored, bulletproof windows, puncture-proof wheels. Guy in a suit gets out, wearing sunglasses and sun hasn’t even risen. Pats his suit down, sneers at the rain.
“Hey,” he calls. Flick his visor up. “My price just quadrupled.”
“No it didn’t. You’re getting the two thousand we agreed on and—”
“No, no. You listen here. I don’t know who you are or what you’re into, but two-grand for what I’ve seen is bullshit. I want eight.”
“Not ten? A nice even ten, uh?”
“Well, I…Yeah, sure. Okay, fine, yeah, make it ten then.”
“No. It’s two.”
“Two my”—but he sees the rain isn’t getting this guy wet. It’s landing alright, but it turns to steam the instant it touches him. Like water flicked into a hot pan, hot enough to fry an egg.
“We told you what to do. You did something else.”
“The guy in the tub?” The suit nods. “He was in pain, serious agony.”
“Uh-huh. And you would be too if a dozen demons were using you as a portal.”
“And you helped them”—starts slow clapping—“good job. The one that attacked you at the phone booth? Yeah, get used to that kind of thing. I hope you’re alright without sleep. And don’t bother moving to a new state or trying to flea the country.” He smirks, “Won’t matter. Time and space don’t work for them same for them as it does you.”
“You’re kidding.” He says, but the suit isn’t smiling. Just sighs like he’s heard this before. “Alright, okay, you’re not. What am I supposed to do?”
“Do? You? Nothing that I know of.” He takes the glasses off. Where eyes should be there’s fire. “Should have listened to the instructions.” The fire burns even brighter.