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    “He clean. Ain’t shit in here, either.”
    “Where is your supply at?’
    “I can’t tell you that.” Xzion laughed. “That is for me to know. You just tell me how much you need, and I’ll get it. You already know, I’ve shown myself, made myself clear. You want to ride with me? I’ve got the inside track.”
    “Do ya now?” Carter asked, as he grimaced. “You are saying all the right shit, but I don’t trust you. I understand you approached one of my men here with the proposition. Saw him hustling on the street. No one does shit like that—ain’t no damn cocaine fairies in D.C., man! You givin’ away snow fuh free, now? Is that your game plan? Treating me and my guys like fiends or tricks?  Just enough to get us hooked on your supply—got the base heads coming over and over. Is that how this works?”
    “Nah, nothing like that.” Xzion leaned casually against the graffiti covered wall of the drab gray textile building, the only light coming from the glowing crescent moon and a couple of cellphones. “I like it here in your spot. There’s opportunities and you are the best of the best. I’ve done my research. I want to be down, but in this world, you have to give something to get something. I understand that completely.”
    Carter hesitated then grinned, nodding in approval of the syrupy words spoken.
    “Tell me your run down, your plan. What’s next, mothafucka...”
    Xzion nodded and clasped his hands together. “I buy wholesale.”
    “No shit. Who the fuck doesn’t?”
    “I need you to shut the fuck up and let me finish my point. Do you want to know the answer or not?” Xzion’s voice rose as he cut the air with his hand and his dark brows bunched.
    Carter pushed Slicky out the way and grabbed Xzion by his leather coat collar.
    “Don’t get tough!” he said between gritted teeth. “I’ll blow yo’ foreign motha fuckin’ ass away!”
    “I sell retail,” Xzion said coolly. He understood Carter down to his basic core. The man was emotional, didn’t have a tight grasp on how to control himself—only others. A man easily played, but a loose canyon.  He was too big on the food chain to pass up; he had to be dethroned and it was long overdue. An intricate part of the shake-down, he grated Xzion’s last nerves, making the prospect of killing him all the more tantalizing.
    Xzion couldn’t let himself be walked on; then, Carter would be even more suspicious than he already was. He needed to show that he could only be pushed so far, not willing to lose face just to get on. Undercover cops sometimes made this mistake and it would end up costing them their lives. They’d never be heard from or seen again…vanished in the blink of an eye.
    “Gimme your breakdown for your weed trade. I tried some of the shit too. Had some of yours... It’s primo.”
    Xzion smiled. “I know. I’m glad you liked it. That was just my appetizer.” Carter let him go, but kept his face only a couple of inches away, his cigarette and alcohol laden breath strong and sickening.
    “The reefer is easy. I do low scale, about four ounces, equaling one hundred and twelve grams. At five dollars a gram, you’ve got yourself five hundred and sixty bucks. So, just like that, I turn the two hundred investment into a profit of three hundred dollars per quarter pound...but of course, we are dealing with bigger fish to fry than that.”
    Xzion let the words linger in the air, wetting Carter’s appetite, getting the man all gooey in his grip, lusting for the pending money train that approached—at least in his mind, before he wiped the stripper beating vermin from the face of the Earth.
   “I just invested $40,000.00. At ten bucks a pop, I’ve already received $60,000.00 back, $20,000 profit. I just reinvested it, and in a day or two, my shipment will be right back in.”
    “Yeah, that’s what’s up!” one of the men chimed in, greed in his smiling eyes.
    Xzion pressed his back against