Rubbing my hand over my face, I sigh. I can’t leave the screens, but I need to piss and eat soon. If Dwyn doesn’t come back from his trip to find the cabbie, I’m going to strangle his happy-go-lucky ass. He’s been gone at least three hours, and this is ridiculous. It’s like working with a fucking squirrel sometimes. I’m near losing my temper when suddenly the back of the van opens, and the grinning psycho pokes his head in. “Miss me, Razzie?” Jesus fucking Christ, no.
