When I came back to my senses, I locked the gun and removed its bullets.
Fatty returned and flung a bag of food toward me.
I fiddled with the bag and took out the soy milk.
It was salted. Fatty always got this wrong.
I sighed. "What’s the next mission?"
Smiling, Fatty replied, "Wait, let me take a look."
He whipped out his phone and pressed a few buttons speedily. "Class C mission: Run an inspection through the deviants in the slum area."
"Yet another life-wasting mission?" I asked.
"Isn’t it for your safety?" Fatty smiled.
...
Fatty’s my second partner.
Franklin was my first.
I was Franklin’s assistant at that time and did what Fatty’s mostly doing right now – receiving missions on his behalf.
Missions usually come in three classes: A, B, and C class.
Deviants will be categorized into two groups of threat or of no threat.
