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"Ugh, this is so tiring. What do you want to do after this? I saw on an ad, an ice cream shop opened up recently..."
"Ice cream shop?" Meister scoffed.
"Hey, you...!"
They hurled the body into the trunk of the car. The leg was still sticking out so they tucked that in too.
"Oh geez," Midori muttered. "Why do we have to be doing this?"
They got into the car and started to drive. Midori was looking out the window and whistling. Occasionally he glanced at the man beside him.
Suddenly there were gunshots. They were on a highway so nobody noticed.
"What the hell?!" Midori glanced behind them.
There was a car following them.
Midori took out a gun and started to shoot back. "What..." he squinted. "That's like, the members of a totally unrelated mafia. We don't do business with them. Do they have us mistaken for someone else?"
They borrowed Don Travis's car after all.
His head felt messy, and he couldn't think clearly.
Meister glanced behind them as well. "Lets just go."
They managed to shake them after a while. At last they arrived in the mountains and buried the body. "Ugh, my hands hurt from the shovel," Midori complained.
Then they took off their dirt-stained clothes, changed into new ones, and drove back to the city. All the way back Midori was complaining. "Ugh, I'm hungry." "Ugh, I'm tired." "Ugh, I'm sweaty."
Finally they arrived at the warehouse where they were supposed to meet with Travis.
"Excellent work," he said. Don Travis was sitting on a couch in the middle of an industrial room. He was surrounded with men in black suits.
"Why did you want us to kill her anyways?" Meister said, hands in pockets.
Midori stuck his hands in his pockets too. He was feeling a bit intimidated by the vibes.
The walls were grey, the floors were grey, and everything was made out of metal or some sort of material thats more rubbery but kinda like that. There was a lot of dust in the air and it landed on their shoulders.
Don Travis lit up a cigarette and began to smoke. "We were married, and then she cheated on me."
Geez, some mafias really had different company cultures. To kill someone over that? Midori rolled his eyes. One of Travis's bodyguards glared at him and he pretended not to notice. If only he had a sweet snack to nibble on, it'll definitely help with his nerves.
"Anyways..." Don Travis said slowly. "Thanks for doing this favor for me."
"Of course," Meister said. "We almost get shot down by your rivals on the way here, though. I hope you'll compensate us for our trouble."
"Of course," Don Travis said. "The relationship between our mafias will be stronger than ever. You have my word. However..." he took out a gun. "Since you killed my wife and the love of my life, I must kill you now."
"What?!" Midori froze for a second, then his hand instinctively shot to his pistol at his side. Only Meister remained unmoved. "You were the one who asked us to do it?!?!?!"
"I know. And you did do it. So you must die."
Midori's heart was beating quickly in his chest. Thump thump thump. And his suit felt too tight. Even his favorite scarf felt like it was too warm for this weather. Wow, this was exactly how he wanted his day to turn out. Bury some random body, be forced to sit still on a car for hours driving from the city to the mountains to the city, then get shot by some random guy. Yep, truly this was the ideal life.
"That's not fairrrrrrrRRRRRRR!!!" he blurted out.
Just as Midori said that, Meister took out his cigarette between his fingers, dropped itonto the ground. Then he stamped on it, snuffing it out. Everybody turned to look at him. Suddenly he took out a grenade from his jacket and threw it at Don Travis. Nobody expected him to do something like that when everybody was looking at him.
In an instant, a bomb went off and Travis died.
Midori stood in the wreckage. Looking at the devastation. Suddenly he began to want something simpler, something more pleasurable, instead of this dangerous day-to-day. He wanted to eat a nice dessert to calm himself down...
***
"Oh geez," Midori slung his arms over the armrest. So he had his arms draped back behind him. "That was really something huh?"
The scenery were going by them. It was summer. Such an idyllic summer. It was warm and you could see the warmth in the air, by the way the air shimmered by the way the air was golden and by the way the fields stretched on and on until it was just blue-white sky.
It was the sort of summer that you see in a dream.
Meister was still smoking his cigarette.
"Well, at least that's over." Midori looked up at the ceiling of the car. "I wonder what we're going to say to Safalin? She really wanted this collab to happen."
"We'll tell her something," Meister said. Then he looked over back at Midori. "Do you want to go get some ice cream?"
"Yep!"