This girl was a tough nut to crack. She had to be the luckiest woman on the planet. He'd been observing her for more than three days and she was never ever crossing the street alone.

He could ram through her and a few other pedestrians but he would have to file paperwork, go back to the home office for an assessment and yadda, yadda, yadda: it was just one massive chore.

On top of that, he liked perfectly executed crashes. It was a boring soul sucking job punctuated by brief spells of excitement. He intended to make those brief spells memorable. Some days he felt like an abstract painter. As in both things were meaningless.

    She was moving again, he could sense it. It was like spidey sense but better. He started his truck up, felt the warm hum coursing through it and headed straight down the street.

    She was engaged in an animated conversation with a few other women, she wasn’t like the usual clientele he sent up. She had a bright bubbly personality, extroverted as hell and a woman. Complete opposite of his usual targets.

    He parked on the side of the street and hopped out of the truck. She’d walked into a coffee shop. He could’ve taken care of her using any number of means but the truck had to be used. It was crucial. 

    She ordered a bright orange drink with cute pandas on the side. He ordered a normal coffee with extra sugar. He sat down a few tables over from her. He wouldn’t be noticed as long as he kept to himself. 

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    He was taking small sips of his coffee and so focused on her that he didn’t notice it when someone slipped into the chair in front of him.

    He snapped his eyes to them and made a quick scan. The eyes were the most striking feature, bright green. It was like someone had turned on a lightbulb behind them.

    “Don’t kill her.” That got his attention. He could feel his spidey sense screaming at him to run away, his rational mind conjuring up the intricate set of instructions in case your cover was blown but he held still. This was a little more exciting than the usual hum-drum he had to deal with and what was the problem with just listening.

    “What?”

    “I said, don’t kill her.”

    He was about to call green eyes sir but he couldn’t discern their gender. Very androgynous. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    “Sure, you don’t. Just listen then. The average compensation for you is somewhere around 200,000 but many of us don’t do it for the money.”

    He kept his head still, eyes open and ears piqued. 

    “Here’s the thing, we could be getting more. A lot lot more and not just money. I’m with the Reck’s Truck Union and we’re looking to unionize.”

    “What do you mean by a lot more?” He could feel his target getting and moving out of the store but he didn’t move to follow her.

    “You have to join us to find out.”