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the legs fell to the ground, too, joining the graveyard of freshly cut torsos. Cleanly divided and horrifically displayed. The one man near the car got to his feet, backing up in horror as the two made eye contact. Xzion sneered, cocked his head to the side and let the red light illuminate the terrified man’s frame...
    Mission Complete...
    Xzion took a deep breath and checked the time. He walked over to each body and waited as a long serrated piece of sharp metal emerged from his eye. Slicing through the warm corpses’ necks, he left his insignia. He pulled his hat further down, lit a joint and walked casually back to his parked car. As with all of the narcotics, alcohol and other methods employed to leave oneself behind, the weed did nothing for him—he just wanted to look relaxed, inconspicuous…part of his disguise. Sooner rather than later, he was sure, the five men would be discovered and mayhem would break loose—a swarm of police cars, followed by news coverage of the grizzly, unexplained murders. He’d kept a low profile, never looking any of the staff in the eye at the nearby club and they’d soon find out that all of the security cameras had nothing but static...
    This shit is almost too easy...fuckin’ morons and clowns—all of them.
    He placed his car keys in the ignition and hurried home to take another ice cube bath, this time, also filled with copious amounts of vodka, just for the hell of it...
     
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    Jayme sat in the dressing room and snatched her red wig off, laying it on the lipstick covered vanity. Annoyance didn’t come close to how she felt due to having to be the dancer tonight. Leah had called in. Typically, Officer Knight worked behind the scenes on these busts. She’d burst through the doors after the deal was made, dressed in her police uniform, hair pulled back and a look of satisfaction on her face as she hauled their asses in. Instead, she was the girl on the stripper pole tonight and she sucked at it, though she’d tried her very best. It obviously was convincing enough to warrant her a G-string full of money, despite her resistance to completely bare it all.
    I’ll donate that to the orphanage...
    With the help of theatrical make-up from a friend, she’d transformed herself and no one, not even the guys she busted on a monthly basis, knew who the hell she was. Her high school drama class was finally paying off after all of these years, too. She smiled at her conniving ways as she ran her fingers through her messy shoulder length spirals that had been bobby-pinned in place. After removing the pins, her fingers nimbly worked over her scalp and she closed her eyes in relief. At this time, 2:07 in the morning, her shift was over but the crowd didn’t leave for another hour. It would be good to go home early that night for a change. She rubbed her wrist where Carter had squeezed her.
    The girls at Club Ecstasy were more than shaking their ass; they were being shaken down by in-store pimps and local drug dealers and Aries, under police pressure, allowed the cops inside to observe and seize.  He wouldn’t be arrested for the illegal gambling and other extracurricular activities as long as he cooperated. Jayme had been on the case for two weeks and she’d had her fill of it already. She’d already dodged several bullets for ‘after hour’ favors that night and knew the scene was already getting hot. The pimps continued to solicit her throughout the evening and if it weren’t for Aries, she would have been attacked…well, that is at least how she played it—the helpless young lady just trying to make ends meet. Fact of the matter was, Jayme had been trapping pussy hungry johns, high-class madams and repulsive flesh mongers since her inception into the seventh district, working the nightlife sex scene as one of D.C.’s finest.
    She knew the streets frontwards and backwards; it was where she’d grown up after all, and the people respected her. That made her a star