It wasn't your "run of the mill" mission, this. No, It was actually one of the worst missions I'd ever been assigned too. God, I wanted to just go home. At least I was almost done. Click, Click, Click..grind. I winced, my leg was giving out again, I could tell. Dammit, I was going to be left here, in the middle of nowhere with a screwed up  leg and no back up for another 48 hours.

Snap. "Shit!" I hissed, collapsing against the wall next to me. "Great, just great. I can't believe this..." I pushed myself back up to my feet and slowly limped off. Bionics my ass, I couldn't even move my leg anymore. I don't want to know if this day could get any worse. It's been horrible enough.

I've had...one hell of a day.

And really? I'm totally starting to get sick of my occupation.

It's tiring. Even with all the crazy shit I can do. Aside from that, the bar was packed but there where a few amusing people amongst the normal drunk off their asses idiots.  I swear they  need to improve security. I hate how these people can get in and think they can get more.

Oh, I'm rambling. Excuse me.

I must be tired.