I caught Hexxus sneaking into my house last night.

"How did the job go?" I asked.

I didn't really need an answer from him. He was covered in blood. I don't know how exactly he could get covered -- and I do mean covered, head to fucking toe -- in blood, but he had and was now dripping blood onto my carpet.

He looked at me sheepishly.

"Bathroom," I said. "Now. Go."

"I'm sorry," he started to say, but I just pointed to the bathroom. He walked, leaving bloody footprints behind him (he didn't even had the decency to take off his shoes before coming inside!).

"There's bleach under the sink," I said loudly. "I want all the bloodstains out by morning. Or else."

I don't know why I let him stay.

Currently in between cases and having some relaxing downtime. Hexxus is away on a mission, which means I finally have the house to myself.

Which means I can finally get caught up with my reading. I'm halfway through In the Woods by Tana French and it's very suspenseful.

CASE: The State of Georgia vs. George Sweeney (Part Two)

Sorry for the long update time. I was called away unexpectedly.

Okay, I was going to tell what happened with George Sweeney. Basically: he fucked up. Badly.

As he told me, his job was to observe and report back on a specific runner that we were looking to recruit. The runner got wind that there were proxies that were looking for him. Sweeney was supposed to pull out, to not scare him into running again, and then we would set a trap.

Unfortunately, Sweeney was an arrogant jackass, so he decided to keep following the runner (whom I will just refer to now as "John Doe"). And while he thought he was being inconspicuous, he was pretty fucking conspicuous. I was surprised he didn't wear a fucking Operator symbol on his shoulder.

So it wasn't a surprised when John Doe attacked him. John Doe was pretty paranoid by then (a common trait among runners, it seems), which accounts from him attacking Sweeney in a crowded bar with tons of witnesses. Sweeney hit him on the head, which cracked his skull, and John Doe died.

This presented a problem: we wanted to recruit John Doe. A number of lower proxies are actually ex-runners, who are tired of running and want protection. So they join us and we let them work for Father doing the work that psychopaths really aren't cut out for (like, say, accounting). It's a neat system.

And Sweeney had fucked it up. So after he told me his story, I slipped something in his drink. And two hours later, he had a "heart attack" in his cell and died.

Just goes to show up: the Father does not like fuck ups.