Assassin at Work

Luke O'Cyte put his feet up on the table.

"You want me to kill the dusticle for you? How much are you paying me?"

They pushed forward a huge sum of gold. He whistled.

The two boogers nodded. "You here about people digging for gold in there noses right?"

"I guess. But you guys are going to have to be bait."

One of them fainted.

The End

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