“Slow it down, Lowie. We’re in the city limits. It wouldn’t do to get pulled over by some quota-seeking bobby.
“I’m watching it. Besides, Boss owns most of’em anyway.”
“Key part of that, Lowie… owns most of them.”
“Well, if we needed to, another contract is just more dough for us.”
“We mess-up this one, the contract might be on us.”
“Naaa.. Boss likes me.”
“Boss likes everyone. Boss don’t like problems.”
“We popped this one easy enough. Whacking one more…”
“Whacking a blue is different. Repressions from above.”
“Not a chance. No proof. Where we put’um… None of’em float.”
Written for Sundays Photo Fiction: Requirements: Create a 100 words story using the photo prompt.