He removed his jacket from the coat rack in his office and stood in front of the small mirror behind his door as he draped it over his shoulders and loosened his tie. He let out a deep breath and looked at his reflection for a brief moment before he spoke.

"Don't give me any trouble today, okay?"

He loosened his tie a bit more and unfastened the top button of his shirt.

"It's only a fifteen minute ride home, remember? So just get me there in time for dinner with my wife and with enough extra to read a story to my daughter before she goes to bed, alright? Just fifteen minutes."
He dusted the front of his suit with his hands, grabbed his briefcase next to his leather chair, turned off the lights in his office and made his way to his car.

The Chrysler 300 SRT roared to life and David made sure that his seatbelt was securely fastened and that his back rest and mirrors were adjusted properly to his satisfaction. Everything was up to par and he leaned forward into the rearview mirror just enough to see the top half of his face.

"Fifteen minutes, okay? No trouble."

He leaned back into his seat, powered up the CD player which contained his favorite classical song "Moonlight Sonata" on repeat and drove out of the Corvutech Laboratories parking lot.

Halfway through the ride home David realized just how hungry he was. He was hoping that his wife was cooking fried chicken and corn: one of his favorite dishes, and imagined heaping portions of mashed potatoes as well. He smiled thinking about how good it would taste and pressed on the accelerator slightly bumping up his highway pace from 65 to 70mph.

"Not too fast." He thought to himself and chuckled softly. He released the accelerator and his speedometer went back to 65mph precisely.

"We're not in that big of a rush now..."

David made his exit off the freeway and drove the last stretch of road before he would make the turn onto his street where his wife and daughter along with hopefully generous servings of chicken, corn and potatoes awaited. At a red light a few blocks away, David took his hands off of the steering wheel briefly to stretch and yawn. He shook his head briefly in an attempt to sharpen his dulled senses from his long day. When he rolled his window down to get a fresh breeze of the night air, the unmistakable sound of deep bass and rap music emanated in the distance. It continued to increase in volume and before he knew it, a large Yukon with rims that looked like they were fit for a Caterpillar tractor pulled up to the left side of his car. He turned and looked at the passenger in the large SUV.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

The passenger adjusted the rim of his baseball cap and continued to look at him, waiting for a response.

"Nothing..."

David returned his eyes to the road and stoplight directly in front of him and in his mind begged for the light to hurry up and turn green. He could hear the sound of faint laughter over the booming music and with his peripheral vision, could see the driver leaning over to get a look at him. After the next few seconds which seemed like an eternity, the green light flashed and David accelerated gently. The SUV paced in harmony with him and playfully swerved dangerously close to his lane. The laughter grew louder and was mixed with random howling and taunting noises from the two men. He continued to drive the speed limit and finally saw the SUV accelerate past his own car. Without any indication it quickly crossed lanes directly in front of David's car, missing a collision by inches and quickly skid to a complete stop.

"Holy shit!" David screamed and slammed on his brakes stopping short enough to avoid any impact with the Yukon. Both vehicles were now motionless in the middle of the street as other cars swerved and honked avoiding a potentially large pile-up. David leaned into his rearview mirror to get a look at the top half of his face again as he did just before he left work a little over ten minutes ago.

"I just want to go home. I'm hungry and I want to see my family. Take me home please!"

He pleaded with his own reflection, totally numb to the continued honking and the fact that he was motionless on a street with a 40mph speed limit.

The SUV gassed it's engine and then launched quickly from it's stopped position. The rear tires spun and smoked wildly for a few seconds before they finally grabbed the pavement. David watched as it rowdily drove away. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, twitched for a moment and then returned to their original position. He grabbed the rearview mirror quickly and twisted it so that it faced him. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that he could feel the tips of his fingernails bending into his own skin. He looked at himself in the mirror, still at a complete stop in the middle of the road and began to speak in a low but powerful whisper.

"Do it David."

"Do what?"

"Get them."

"You want me to get them?"

"Yes."

"And then what do you want me to do?"

"You already know."

"I do, but I want to hear it."

"They don't deserve to just drive away."

"No they don't"

"I'm gonna get them. I'm gonna get them right now." He smiled at himself and laughed uncontrollably under his breath.

"Yes...yes. The driver is number 4 and the passenger is number 5. Two for one tonight."

"That's a good deal David." he continued to laugh.

"It sure is."

David unzipped his briefcase and placed it on the passenger seat. He played "Moonlight Sonata" at nearly full volume this time and pressed the accelerator rock bottom to the floor. The powerful V-8 barked loudly and threw David to the back of his seat. He passed his own street where he originally planned to turn and within moments, caught up directly behind the Yukon. He quickly switched lanes, passed the SUV without looking and cut the two men off in a dangerous return of a favor. The driver flashed his bright lights and honked repeatedly as David reduced his speed, taunting and baiting the two men. He switched lanes and the Yukon closely followed. He switched lanes again and it did the same. Just what he wanted. David continued to drive normally through a series of twists and turns away from the main road. The SUV was right on his tail, following closely and patiently. David grinned to the melancholy tune of the classical music. The last turn onto an increasingly deserted street led them after a few hundred yards to a dead end marked by a large chain-link fence with nothing but dusty fields where future housing developments were planned. Before stopping the car, David reached into his briefcase and removed a Glock 22. He gripped the cold steel with his hand and placed the pistol in his lap as he rolled to a stop and placed the car in park. The SUV stopped right behind him and he could already hear yelling from both men; obviously displeased with David's attempt to retaliate in an equally chaotic form of road rage. The driver exited his vehicle, stomped towards David's car and looked in.

"Oh, really tough shit you mother f-"

David pointed the gun at the man's face and squeezed the trigger. The recoil of the pistol let off a cloud of smoke within his car. The bullet didn't allow the driver to finish his sentence but instead cut him off midway and made him slump lifelessly to the ground next to David's car. He quickly exited stepping over the body of the driver and could see the passenger with the baseball cap scrambling behind the SUV. He slowly followed and hummed to the sound of "Moonlight Sonata" which rang out into the night air from his idling car. As he rounded the side of the Yukon, he could hear the breathless plea for help from the other man.

"Don't. Please, I'm sorry..."

David didn't answer. Instead he stood there, and waited for the man to come out in plain view. After a few moments he emerged, apparently disoriented concerning David's whereabouts but was immediately met face to face with him. The sudden sight startled him, and he fell backward as he tripped on his own heels. He continued to beg.

"Please. Don't..."

David approached the man and stood over him for a few seconds while he just sat there helplessly. He raised the pistol, smiled, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

When David returned home, sure enough as he had hoped, there was a large tray of chicken on the table along with a massive bowl of mashed potatoes and corn on the side. He hit the jackpot. He ate hungrily with his wife and daughter as he told them how he should be getting a huge bonus after his difficult assignment from work was finished. He also said that he was planning on taking a couple of weeks off for the summer so that he could take them on a much-needed vacation away from the everyday life at home. Both his wife and daughter were equally excited and they all laughed and smiled at each other as they shared stories about what had happened throughout the day and discussed potential plans for their vacation. After he cleared the table and did the dishes, David led his daughter upstairs and read a story to her before he tucked her away in bed tightly. He placed a cup of cold water next to her bed and kissed her goodnight reassuring her that there was no alligator under her bad and that daddy will make sure that the monsters stay away. His wife changed into her pajamas and he kissed her goodnight and tucked her away as well while he explained that during the whole ride home from his long day he was hoping and crossing his fingers for his favorite dish. They both laughed at the coincidence. He took a long before-bed shower as he did every night and afterwards prepared for his usual shave. He wiped the condensation from the steam off of the mirror and looked at himself for a brief period of time before he let out a deep sigh.

"Please, don't give me any more trouble, okay?"

He rubbed his temples with the heels of his hands.

"I don't need this. I just want to finish my project and take my family on vacation. We all need one."

David paused. His eyes began to twitch and they rolled to the back of his head. When he regained his vision, he smiled at himself.

"Did you see the look on their faces before I pulled the trigger?"

"Yes I did. Priceless. Absolutely priceless."

"When are we going for number six?"

"Next year, next month, tomorrow."

His grin widened and he began to chuckle loudly. He placed his hand over his mouth and continued to giggle at himself in the mirror.

"Shhh...she'll hear you."

"I know...but I can't stop thinking about their faces when they saw the gun pointed right at them."

"Me too. We left a mess."

"Yes, we sure did. But it was worth it."

Both hands covered his mouth now as he tried desperately to keep the noise from his maniacal laughter from echoing inside the bathroom.

"Yes...it was worth it."