I'm not actually planning much for between now and then since I've kinda been burning the candle at both ends lately and Gunderson wants me sharp.
So I'll make a "catch-up post here.
Good talking to you. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon. Assuming I make it back from whatever Gunderson has planned.
Killdare finishes his drink and leaves a healthy tip at the bar.
A short ride back to his place, but all the while he's thinking about Stacy. Did he really leave because of the job?
Or was he just afraid of getting involved. She was a pro, at least he thinks she must have been. So where's the involvement?
Maybe he's just feeling a little too sorry for himself.
Snap out of it pussy. Killdare mumbles to himself.
At least the nuyen was rolling in now. Hooking up with this Gunderson was turning out to be a pretty good deal.
Wonder what he's got going for tomorrow? Sounded important if he thought he had to mention to be sober.
Killdare opens the door to his apartment and for a moment thinks he's gotten the wrong place. Then he remembers he went on a binge and cleaned it.
yHe throws his jacket over the chair, empties his pockets on the table grabs a suprisingly clean glass and pours some water.
Gotta keep hydrated when you do all that drinking.
Killdare unceremoniously flops on the bed, that craziness in the chop shop keeps running thru his mind, interspersed with thoughts of Stacy, but before he knows it he's out cold.
When he wakes, there is plenty of time before the meet, so he puts on clean clothes, checks all his weapons and makes sure he is carrying plenty of drugs and a grenade or two.
Never know what's going to happen with Gunderson's jobs.
Killdare stops for a bite to eat at the Stuffer Shack on the way and arrives at the meet a little early.
