Jim was bored. The job lacked stimulus anymore. Sure the pay was good, and the hours were as flexible as his morals, but it just didn’t get his blood pumping like it used to. Maybe it was the lack of interesting contracts or he had just gotten too damn good. Something moved in his scope; the pretty redhead sipped at something hot and frothy from a mug. Perhaps a life alone was not really a life at all? The press of cold, hard steel against the base of his skull jolted him from his melancholy. Jim was no longer bored.
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