"Please wait, NO!" the pleading of a dying man was cut short after another bullet went through his skull. Anita lowered her weapon and surveyed the area. The bodies of half a dozen thugs lay around her soaking the pavement with blood in a dark alley. Behind her a member of The Lost simply applauded as he watched the spectacle. He grinned with an almost sadistic glee.

"Wow you really are cold aren't you? No smile no nothing. Sometimes you gotta enjoy the little things girl." He went through the bodies searching their clothes for anything valuable. Anita tried not to grin watching the man go through these corpses like a vulture. It was almost too hilarious not too comment on. 

"This is business Darrel, but don't worry I had my fun. You find what you're missing or are we just getting their scraps?" 

Darrel went on ignoring her while proudly stuffing his pockets with any money he could find. Eventually he found something in the underwear of one of the corpses. A large bag of blue pills was stuffed in some poor guys trousers. "Oh would you look at that 50,000 units in Fatal X. I think we definitely found our thief. Who was this asshole again?" 

"Ugh Johnny you idiot. Not surprised you forgot this dealer. He was barely noticeable, but an ok guy. Well that sucks." Anita holstered her weapon and walked off. Another pointless death that started to leave a bad taste in her mouth just for a moment. "You can pay me tomorrow. I need another drink." she could hear Darrel shout something, but barely payed any attention and let him continue earning money his way. For her killing and or hurting a lot of people were ways she earned a living, so looking down on him while fun wasn't exactly fair. 

She could hear the boom of thunder and looked up. The clouds were dark and the brief flash of lightning appeared. "Guess it might start raining again. Shit." she raised the hood underneath her jacket and simply walked towards the nearest place to get a drink. The fact it was a Nexus run Nightclub didn't bother Anita. It was either that or wait for Darrel to get done. The fact he might get high off his own product made that nightclub a much more palatable option.