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Matt moved his eyes from staring down at the dingy concrete to the face of the old man talking to him, cocking his pierced eyebrow as he took another drag on his cig and breathed smoke into the man's face. "You talking to me, gramps?" Matt inquired gesturing to himself. "The f*ck you want?" The old bag was dressed all spiffy like, a nice suit, shoes, hair slicked back, the works. Matt figured he was some preacher, out to shove indoctrination down the throat of "the sinners" living in the bad side of the city while he and his rich gobshite friends pocketed the offerings and made off like thieves....dirty ass thieves. Coldly he brushed past the prick, shoulder checking him and continuing along the sidewalk while taking another drag off his cigarette. He thought of that girl he saw. Maybe he would run into her again. Maybe she might drop by the Human Canvas for some ink courtesy of Matt. His coworkers always said he was f*cking Picasso with a tattoo gun.
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"Gramps?!" Willis thought to himself "By god! This body isn't that old is it?" He was going to inquire but the lad had already pushed past him probably going to do drugs or whatever the hooligans do these days but Willis was not frightened as he had more a enough combat experience to beat the fool to death and even better he still had his Smith and Wesson in his pocket. "Boy!" He called out "If you would be so kind as to wait" he said walking behind him "You would have heard and perhaps even be interested in a deal... No, trade is a better word I think. Tell me! What is it you want in life? More than anything else? Is it money? Power? Dare I say drugs? Or perhaps Something else...?