It's not often that one may perform a simple, lucrative job, wherein all comes together nice and tidy. Rather, that is but a chimera for those who live in the Sprawl. The contract came from a trustworthy Fixer. The elimination was clean and graceful. No witnesses, no trace, guilt expertly dumped onto a group of boosters who were not involved at all. Cash came in on time, not a single credit missing. But then... why was that obnoxious aftertaste left in your mouth?
You'd like to believe it. You really would. You'd like to believe it with all your heart.
Curiosity is a terrible beast, consuming you one piece at a time.
I've stopped asking questions. Maybe you'd be best doing so, too.
Nothing good is ever gotten out of digging up an extinguished flame. You may still find lit embers.
It rarely happens a job went so well. Why overthinking about it?
A mission has gone well. Nothing more to say. Or is there?
Never ruin a story by dressing it with the truth.