“Can I help you?” asks a man in overalls from the top of the stairs. A bucket with cleaning supplies is next to him. A janitor. The whole block is still under construction and the tenants haven’t moved in yet, so there shouldn’t be any custodial staff around at this hour. Obviously, the intel I got was wrong. I lift my weapon, aiming at the janitor’s head. “Please,” the man chokes out. “I have a family. Two kids and—” I squeeze the trigger before he can finish the sentence.
