Men At Work

The moonless night combined with the power outage downtown left the evening darker then most as the large garbage truck labeled Ballard Construction slowly inched its way down Chicago's Michigan Avenue.  The driver, a middle aged man wearing a dirty blood stained jump suit thought little of the nights events, his mind a blank jumble of restructured memories, his passenger even less aware, not even noticing a chunk of human flesh that hangs from his long, greasy black hair. 
"Jacek, you got some shit in your hair", the driver says as he glances over at this friend, stumbling with the strange name even though he says it dozens of times per day.  They have known each other for years, the garbage industry isn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but even they drew the line at having trash in your hair.  "I fucking hate this job", a classic line spoken on a nightly basis as the man fishes out the chunk of meat from his head and casually tosses it out of the window into the street.
"Let's get some pierogis at Kaszankas after this", Jacek says with his thick polish accent.  This to was practically a routine at this point, while Bob didn't normally mind the constant intake of cabbage filled food and heavy sausage of his friends homeland, tonight he didn't have an appetite.  "Man, I'm getting this done and I'm going home, I'm exhausted", Bob retorts without looking at his passenger.
They drove in silence the rest of the way, their destination was a construction site downtown and though it was only 5am and they were getting bonus pay for working the early shift, their was a long day ahead.  
As the car pulled up to the construction site, a security guard waves them in through the front gates and they pull the car up in reverse as if they where about to dump garbage into the center of the buildings construction site.  Jacek jumps out of the car to help Bob reverse the car into position by motioning him back "davi, davi", he says in polish. 
When the car finally stops and Bob is about to hit the release lever a man comes running up to the truck, shouting something at Jacek.  Bob couldn't quite make it out, but it was enough to make him hesitate, frustrated that his work is being interrupt he jumps out of the car to investigate.
"Stop... wha... what the hell are you doing", the man wearing a security guards uniform shouts to Jacek as Jacek shrugs his shoulders in an unclear signal that suggests he has no idea what the man is talking about.  "Are you guys seriously about to dump garbage into the construction, are you out of your mind?", the guard says as he is reaching for his radio.  
Without hesitation, before Bob could say another word, Jacek reaches for something in his large fluorescent green road construction jacket in an almost casual fashion without facial expression.  The 9mm glock appears as a cell phone to the guard who doesn't even react until the bang of the bullet leaving the chamber straight for his head can be heard.  It was over in a moment as the guard drops to the ground, Jacek walks over to him with a casual swagger, points the gun to the man on the ground and squeezes off three more rounds into his limp corpse.
Bob with a blank look on his face and equally casual fashion walks over to the guard, grabs a hold of the mans feet and drags him to the construction foundation of the building, dumping his body in the hole.  Neither Bob or Jacek says anything as Jacek puts the gun away.
"How about Little Ceasers, get a pizza, some beer?", Jacek says as he walks over to the side of the truck, pulling the hydraulic lever that releases the garbage chute.  As human bodies and severed body parts start tumbling from the truck into the buildings foundation, Bob looks over at Jacek.  "Alright fine, but no fucking anchovies, I don't need my god damn pizza tasting like a cats asshole!".  Jacek laughs with a snort as a mans severed head rolls out of the truck and bounces off the side landing outside of the building foundation, Jacek walks over to it and kicks it like a football into foundation.  
After a few moments the bodies stop tumbling out, yet inside the truck many of the smaller pieces of human remains didn't quite fall out of the garbage truck on gravity alone.  "Alright, lets do the nasty", Bob says as he pulls out two steel, meter wide snow plow shovel's.  "I hate this fucking job", Jacek says for the second but certainly not last time this morning as he grabs one of the shovels and the two men hop into the garbage truck bed and start shoveling the left over remains out of the truck and into the building foundation.
While the stench and sight is gruesome, the two men work diligently to clear their truck.  With a pile of corpses in the foundation and garbage truck cleared they flatten out the piles to be just below the level of the planned cement line.  With their work complete, Jacek looks over at Bob.  "Alright, I'll get the cement truck, you run the tube", Jacek says as he pulls out a Marlboro Red cigarette and lights it up.
The two men spend the next six hours filling the construction sites foundation with cement, though daylight comes eventually, by the time people fill the street they are smoothing out the cement, the scene turning from gruesome to ordinary.  At the end of the day, Bob and Jacek go for pizza.