Marcus
With a small flash the zippo lights the face of the man, just to dissapear a few seconds later in one of his pockets. A rapid glare tells you the man is around 1m75, you notice that he actually is auite heavily built for someone wearing a labcoat. While you are still wondering how he didn't lit his hair instead of his cigarette he suddenly turns to face you.
"I told him to leave her allone, but no he had to go on, shit man, what am I gonna do with the body?"
"Why did you kill him for anyways" I hear myself reply.
"Oh, 't wasn't me, Tessa can take care of herself, but she can't take care of the body. Help me a hand will ya, y'll get 5 eb for it."
I help him lift the dead booster, "where 're we takin him anyways?" I say,"Coz if a bloodraiser catches us we're bonedm and I mean stripped to the bone."
"Just in that container therem I've got some benzene wich will take care of him after that."
"Say, that killer friend of yours, what's up with her anyways, leaving dead guys in the middle of the alleys an stuff, she should know better not?"
"You mean Tessa? She can't help it, you know, she's only nine. Ain't got any muscle yet.Get back now, there should be nough CHOOH in there now."
His cigarette disapear with a bang in the container.
"Come on, let me buy you a drink, by the way I'm Marcus, the deaths evangelist."
Marcus
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