The late hours of the evening, dim street lamps alone split the darkness. A thin mist rolls on the streets, a few stray droplets in the air. With shivering hands you pull out a cigarette from a silver box and light it with a beat-up lighter. As you replace the box and lighter in their pocket your fingers brush the cold metal of your Smith & Wesson, loaded and ready for another night's work...

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