Prologue

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Rixton

"What do you want Snake?" Rixton demands as he walks into the office. Snake sits in a high-back chair across the room from him. A dark oak desk separates them.

When Snake sees Rixton, he spreads out his hands like he's offering a hug. "Nice to see you too Rixton." He says with a polite smile.

Rixton frowns and crosses his arms. "You sent your men to collect me. I'd like to know why?"

Snake leans back in his chair and looks Rixton over from head to toe. "I heard you were in town." He says then pauses.

"And?" Rixton asks.

"And I have a job for you." Snake says.

Rixton shakes his head. "We already have a job."

"Right. Your deal with Irene."

"How do you know that?" Rixton asks. He puts his hands on his hips and frowns.

"Irene and I talk. Occasionally." Snake shakes his head. "That's not the point. The point is, I have a job for which you will receive payment. Not just a charity work."

Rixton shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "What it is?"

The corner of Snakes mouth turns up in a smile. "I have a map."

Rixton rolls his eyes. "To what?" He demands.

"To a gas station with cash in it."

The word cash catches Rixton's attention. He raises his eyebrows. "How much cash?"

Snake leans forwards and rests his hands on the desk. "I'm not sure."

"But there is cash?" Rixton asks.

"Yes." Snake says.

Rixton bites the inside of his cheek as he considers Snake's offer. "What's our cut?"

Snake opens one drawer of the desk and pulls out a small cloth bag. He tosses it to Rixton, and Rixton opens it. Inside is ten purple poker chips.

"You'll get the other ten when you bring me the cash." Snake says. "That's ten thousand dollars' worth."

Rixton closes the bag and smiles. "You've got a deal."

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