Coffee at dawn. Wesley’s favourite. He stirred his coffee as he walked from his kitchen into the garden. He paused as, to his utter amazement, the carcass of a water buffalo lay on the lawn. His jaw and his cup dropped. Then the beast’s body split open and a man stepped out, gun in hand, and shot Wesley, killing him instantly.
Tony’s work bored him. He’d been in a course Increase Your Job Satisfaction. Tony’s fresh and innovative streak had begun with this painfully easy assignment. He wasn’t keen on the stickiness and blood from hiding in the water buffalo, though.