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The man in the checkered suit checked his watch. It was well past One o'clock in the morning; the person he agreed to meet with should have boarded the yacht already. The stars glinted overhead, and the man was reminded of the deadly poisons that he carried with him. The person who wanted him had asked for a very special poison specifically; oh yes, a very special one indeed.
"I could tear out your spine and suck out the fluids without thinking twice about it," she whispered at me. I believed her - she had a pretty face, but she had a body that could wrestle a Mack truck to a standstill. "So next time, don't fuck with me."
The starlight glittered off the hull of the ship, as it cruised silently along the coast. The man in the checkered jacket turned to me and spoke. "This is what you've asked for," he said, holding a small glass vial. "This is the perfect poison. Untraceable, scentless, colorless, flavorless; kill her with this and her death shall be a mystery for years and years."