"Search the whole goddamn city if you have to," commissioner spat, "I want them here..."
Swat teams followed orders and communists took initiative. Red and Buck were wanted dead or alive.
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"All this on a sandwich?" Red Colton asked, dropping a plate of sloppy meat beside two burger buns on the table with a loud bang.
"Excuse me?" the lady customer tilted her head in disbelief, "I'm paying so it doesn't matter."
"Your bill is $17.50, ma'am."
"Did I ask for the bill?" The old lady grunted, averting her gaze away from Red, to the tall man stood beside the back door.
He caught her gaze and came over reluctantly.
"Is there a problem?" He pushed his dark sunglasses further up the bridge of his oily nose.
The old lady created a closed eyed smile, turning back to Red, who still had her arms crossed over her chest.
Red shook her head slowly. "No," she mumbled, "none at all."
Old lady chuckled, "I thought so." ____ POV "Son of a-
"Red," Maxwell yelled from his station, "we need five plates of fried chicken!"
"Yeah," I hollered, "on it!"
I whipped up the orders as fast as I could, struggling with so many hot plates at once.
I passed some plates to Maxwell and immediately started on some other orders that were yelled at me.
Time was moving so slow and customers kept pooling in. It was always busy around the Holidays.
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, before exiting the kitchen and heading to a table. The plates were rimming with pasta.
"Linguine for the gentleman and his wife," I attempted to sound exquisite, my plod making me look tired.
"Hmm," the man said from his seat as I placed his food in front of him, "are you the only waitress?"
"I'm the only hardworking one-yes," I smiled, "but I'm okay."
The lady cleared her throat in a way to exile me. I figured I was stood there longer than planned, so I left before they could give some sort of critical report of me. I've heard about other employees getting let go for that same reason.
It was soon closing time, and I couldn't wait. My hands were numb from all the pots I had handled tonight.
My manager told me I could get off early, once I cleaned my station and clocked out, since two more workers came to take over my shift.
I wasted no time in doing so, hurriedly heading through the back doors with my bags. My hair went wild once the late night breeze came in contact with it.
Once in my car, I watched some families entering theirs as well. My car was started and I pulled out of the driveway.
