Chapter Five: A Killer Job

I droop out of my sleep and back into reality with a deep shock filling my brain with psychic fire. I glare open my eyes and activate every cybernetic countermeasure in my body. I take a look at my surroundings with a deep penetrating stare. That’s right chair, what in all of spacetime are you lookin’ at? Huh? Huh? What now?! I’m sitting in a firelit room with a leather chair adjacent to me. I myself am sitting in a large leather recliner. To my left is a large brick fireplace, the fire is roaring and crackling with warmth. To my right is a small intricate wooden table, a lamp is sitting on the table. Red and black mosaic pieces make up the lamp’s hood and a golden frame is the lamp’s base. I, to the best of my drowsy ability, am absolutely rocking a black tux. I am one dapper mother-fucker! The tux is supported with a sick as all hell red tie, snazzy dress shoes, and I think I’m wearing a big black fedora. I have always wanted to wear this sorta thing, thank the red ape from mars it’s today of all days.