[ WP ] You are being pulled over by the police . You realize in this moment you are about to become a wanted criminal , because your job only gives you a half hour for lunch .

`` Shit shit shot. I'm running late, fucking Panda Express lunch hour bullshit!'' 
 
 I've had 2 strikes already for being late for lunch, but Panda Express never had a lunch hour rush! What the hell! 
 
 WHOOP WHOOP 
 
 You would think being an accountant would be a boring job, but this is the most nervous I've been in years, my anger is starting to boil out. Why the fuck did i become an accountant? 
 
 It's just stress and more stress, especially with this goddamn cop pulling me over ON MY LAST STRIKE! 
 
 I'm no normal accountant either, got sucked into the Russian mob as their accountant due to a deal my previous employer made. If I'm late one more time they'll think I'm dealing with cops and kill me. 
 
 I'm sweating nervously, this cop seems oka- wait is that a Fucking K-Nine unit? Oh fuck, oh no no no! I've got my stress `` relievers'' all throughout this car. The cop is coming with the dog, he's going apeshit back there, the cop is starting to draw his weapon... 
 
 The gun in the glovebox, I have to use it. I ca n't get caught or else the mob will have my ass killed in prison. 
 
 `` GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!'' 
 
 Play dead. What kind of plan is that? What the fuck instincts, this is n't a bear! Okay okay, it might work. 
 
 I slump over, my jacket concealing my gun, pointing straight to the side window. 
 
 I hear the dog right besides the car, then the car door opening quickly. 
 
 I never knew a gun was so loud in person.
