A/N: A head's up

Walter got out of the car and slammed the door. "I swear... I fucking hate my job... but I need to survive so I guess I have no choice." He mumbled, opening the rear door of the older Chevrolet model his boss gave him for his "special" job-of-the-day. He looked at the girl lying on the back seat, all tied up. What the hell was he getting himself into?