for muse_shuffle February prompt
If I kill him there are complications >> I did not ask for this >> "Oh but Love yes you did"
"Did you really have to do that?" It was Gene's voice, coming from far away as if the man was standing a hundred miles away instead of right next to him.
We were staring down at the body at our feet, the stain around his chest slowly spreading, seeping into the cotton of his Hawaiian shirt, I hate those fucking shirts, why did all the men around here wear them?
"We are at least eight thousand miles away from Hawaii, where the fuck did he get that shirt?"
"Seven thousand, five hundred and sixty miles." Gene corrected me. The man was amazing, it took him two weeks to learn how to tie his boots up in the Legion but at any given moment he knew the exact distance from one point to another without batting an eyelash. Great for navigation but it was pretty fucking useless for any other life skill.
"Bloody brilliant. Now get his legs we'll dump him in the river." I tucked the gun into the waist band of my jeans and started to grab the dead man's wrists. Who would miss a thug anyway?
"There will be complications you know. Someone is going to ask questions." He didn't so much as rain on my parade, as so much as just state the obvious.
"Fine, then the Lutadores got him." The Lutadores were a rival gang, and spouted off some political bullshit about being by the people and for the people. Whatever they said, it didn't cover up the fact that they were rebel thugs who took a few courses at University and wanked off to Marx at night, while their other hand wrapped around their Soviet Era Kalashnikov's.
We carried the dead body down the muddy slope toward the river, puffing, panting and swatting at mosquitoes while the dirt and the rocks squished under our boots.
"Was this really necessary?" Gene asked again before he dropped the dead weight on to the bank of the river. It starts to sink into the mud, you can hear the slurp of the viscous sand and grit take root of the mans clothes, trying to consume him.
"Gene, you hired me to eliminate problems. This was a problem. Now start putting rocks into his pockets."
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