I set down my beer, the liquid sloshing out of the mug and onto my hand. You sent out a message for a contract killer, and because you need something taken that isn’t yours. That’s me. My name isn’t important, but you should know that I’m perfect for the job. Just call me Draft. Smiles slyly, and raises an eyebrow at you. How can I be of help to you?
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