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The Fixer

Don Daniel was a pompous stock up pimp. Tall, muscular, handsome and arrrogant, dressed in designer tracksuit with more jewelry than most women. I watched him walk by from my SUV and considered the contract that had been put out on him. It was good money. And he deserved this. I followed him round the corner into an alley. Perfect.

I stepped out of my vehicle and walked up behind him.

“Yeah shit man, that bitch Monique will keep making me money. Her old man can’t do nothing. I got her hooked. She’s under my thumb…” he said into his phone.

I rolled my eye as I stepped in and jabbed the syringe of x-change into his neck took his phone. “Don is busy,” I said as I hung up and tossed his phone onto a roof.

“Hey shit, what the fuck. What you doing with my phone? What was that crap you just… injected… me…?” He was starting to change. I used black market X-change serum’s but my supplier was good.

“That my friend…”