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"Okay, I move around a bit but I'm usually in this area, easy enough for smart girls like you to find," he thought about it, " I don't see why I shouldn't be able to come up with two a week, that's usually just what I use for demonstrations. I'll see to it I keep a few extra vials for when you come calling."

He didn't bother looking through the wad of bills after she put it in her pocket, he was lucky enough she wasn't trying to bribe him with something else....

He wanted very much to ask her why she needed it, but decided to wait. If they were in business long enough the he figured he's find out eventually anyway.

He reached deep into his jacket and pulled out one vial, then fished around a minute for another. "I'm assuming you'll be wanting these?" He held the two glowing vials out for her to take.

He could tell by the way her cheeks turned red when she spoke that she had been taken a back by his readiness to start this little arrangement, which was what he was going for.

He was used to people, women especially, being impressed by him and already he could tell he'd have to try a little harder with this one, as she was alread surprising him.

She was so quick, however that he had not had time to respond before she was gone.

"No, the second one's on the house," he said to the empty alleyway, clutching the coins in his hand, "I'll see you next week."

He turned back to the alley and looked around. There were one or two addicts who were passed out on the floor but nothing he wasn't used to. He considered just going to bed but he wasn't too tired. He could try and hook up with an addict but.... not only was it too easy but in addition they had all gone home or OD'ed at that point.

He decided he'd head out into the night, find a good landfill of some kind with zome bodies in it, just right for harvesting some Z.

There really was nothing like the thrill of stealing something from the government, even if it had been fallen and corrupt for years. He inhaled deeply the night air as he readied his bag for the night's outing.

He carried his bag of equipment over one shoulder as he wandered through the streets looking for a new dumping site. He usually didn't like to carry this much stuff with him, not that it was very heavy, it was just bulky and he felt it took away from his stealth.

He was hoping that he would find a corpse that a repo man had improperly disposed of.

As he passed one of the older graveyards he saw the silhouette of a girl standing by one of the graves. It was strange to see someone in this day and age who actually cared about the dead, even if it had been a loved one. If he squinted he thought he could almost recognize- but no. It couldn't possibly be her,

He carried on, making sure to be extra quiet as he passed the gravesite, not really looking for a confrontation.

Before he was even all the way past the cemetery he saw a body. One good thing about the Repomen was once they had their organs they were done. He walked over, dropping his bag on the ground with a heavy thud.

Pulling a syringe from the bag he leaned over the body, extracting the Zydrate from the corpse.

He smiled as he worked, while some people thought his work was twisted, he found it nothing more than resourceful.

"But our quality's the same," the Graverobber sang a long with the advertisement under his breath as he packed up his bag. One vial down a couple dozen to go.

He took the backstreets, as he so often did, partly because he found it more efficient and partly because he was less likely to be spotted. Walking through the alley's he could hear the screams of a girl, probably getting her organs repossessed. A chill went through him when he found nothing unusual about this, it was just another part of his day.