Further Into Hades
12:30AM, Los Angeles, California
'That damn detective...'
A nervous man with long hair cautiously drives his black luxury sedan through the streets of LA.
'If he wasn't tipped off, I wouldn't be driving across the city to get rid of his work.'
He glances at a briefcase sitting next to him, haphazardly stuffed with files and paperwork stolen from an LAPD office.
"I should be at home right now, getting ready to go to sleep, and I should be able to sleep tonight without the fear of getting arrested or worse."
After several minutes, he reaches an empty construction site on the outskirts of the city and grabs the briefcase as he takes a deep breath.
"If the world worked based on how things should happen, life would be so much better."
He steps out of the car with the briefcase in his right hand, walking a few feet away before stopping.
"Just need to get this over with."
He opens the briefcase and dumps out the paperwork before arranging it into a singular messy pile. After closing the briefcase, he takes a lighter out of his right pocket and sets the pile on fire before running back to his car, briefcase in hand.
The man quickly drives off, looking around to make sure he isn't being watched or followed. After five minutes, he reaches a parking garage and stops on the first floor, turning off his headlights and calling his boss on an old phone.
"I dealt with that detective's paperwork. No, I wasn't followed. I know, but disposing of him myself would've been way riskier... Yeah, but... Okay, I'll keep an eye on him. Oh, and about that raise... Thank you."
He hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket.
'I'll be managing one of the fighters now...'
After reclining in the driver's seat, the man relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief.
'Hope I end up with that wrestler. I might finally get an autograph.'
