"Oh I know what you're thinking," Mr. Peterson said.  "You came to kill me and take my job.  I've worked at the Fab Corporation for four years and it's always the same.  There's always someone trying to stab you in the back.  Even when they're looking you in the eye."

Sheckley held out the gun.

"What did you think you were going to do with that?" Peterson asked.

"That's Miss Hays, isn't it?  Yes I recognize the grip.  Ugly little piece don't you think?  Personally, I prefer the Heckler and Koch nine millimeter automatic."  He then pulled one from beneath his jacket.

"You didn't really think this was about you, did you, Mr. Sheckley?"  He took the gun from Sheckley.

Sheckley didn't know what to say to that.

"I, I just came for a job," Sheckley said.