Ryder sat drumming his fingers on steering wheel of the moving van. He was edgy, it was just Ryder's style. He looked at the clock in the van's dash then over to his cell phone. It was too late, dawn was in only two hours. It took three to get back to the boss' place, they would get stuck in traffic or worse. " Quit twitching" said Holton sitting next to him, " you know I hate it when you twitch."
" Its too late" whined Ryder, " it is too fucking late."
" Boss knows what he is doing" said Holton, " just stay cool."
Ryder wanted to whine some more but he was shut up when his cell phone rang. He snatched his cell phone off the dashboard and flipped it open. " Inside now" the flat voice said.
Ryder flipped his phone closed and started up the engine. The van pulled out of the alley and casually rolled down the deserted street. It was an industrial area and at 4 in the morning it was still too early trucks to be crossing these streets. After dark it was a criminal's haven.

The van pulled up to a large metal door and watched as it slowly rolled open. Ryder carefully rolled the truck inside and headed for the large black sedan parked in the center of the empty warehouse.
Standing by the sedan were three men, the two clients were dressed in black, long black trench coats, black shirts, black pants, and shiny black shoes that glinted in the headlights of the van. These guys looked like complete fucking clowns to Ryder and Holton.
Standing towards the back of the sedan was there boss, Dozer. Dozer was a spooky motherfucker, he had wild black eyes, eyes that glittered when danger was near. He was built like a brick wall, everything about him was muscular and powerful.
The van came to a stop and Dozer motioned for the men to walk around. Holton climbed out of the car to unlock the back. Nobody spoke, this wasn't a small talk kind of crowd. Holton slipped the key into the lock and turned it so a small control panel became exposed. Dozer's thick fingers gracefully punched in the numbers and the locks clicked.

The back of the van was opened and its cargo revealed to the two men. It was meat, large and small slabs of meat hung on meat hooks in the back of the truck. But this wasn't ordinary meat, the slabs were people, their bodies still distinguishable despite being skinned. " All of this is prime" said Dozer, " I did them all myself, no diseased bums or junkie hookers here, it is all prime."
" We need young" the first said, his voice a raspy cancerous whisper, " where are the young cuts?"
Dozer stepped into the truck and gentled pushed his stock about the circular track in the ceiling. He pushed until four small corpses came into view. " These are orphans" said Dozer, " it is the only place to snatch them from without raising eyebrows."
The pair stepped into the truck to inspect their merchandise.

Holton lit up a cigarette and lazily scanned the warehouse. He didn't care too much for the merchandise, to him this was just another job. He and Ryder met up with Dozer after they were released from jail. Jobs for ex-cons were almost nonexistent so when Dozer offered them each five grand a month just to drive the truck, the pair almost shit themselves with delight.
It was after that they learned Dozer was some kind of serial killer who found a way to make money off his talent. Holton didn't care, he was facing strike three if he so much as took a piss in public, not like he had anything to lose, and for Ryder, well Ryder didn't care as long as he got paid so he could shoot up everyday.
Ryder sat tapping away at the steering wheel, he wanted his fix, fuck he wanted his fix like nothing else. He wanted to know what the hell was taking so long, you didn't exactly haggle with Dozer.
Ryder was leaning out the window to see what was taking so long when his head exploded in a great shower of gore. Holton barely had time to realize what happened to Ryder when his head exploded in a shower of blood. A woman in a black and grey motorcycle jacket casually strolled by. The gunshots had terrified the customers and they were racing from the back of the van. They were so panicked they ran in neat little straight lines which made them very easy to shoot. Both went down after three shots. The woman casually took the clip out and put in a new one. She had been told there were five people here.

Boom, the shotgun blast ripped into her back, she dropped to the ground with a wet thump. Dozer was grinning it was always a thrill to kill. He wracked the shotgun and hopped out off the back of the truck. Another hitman coming after him, boy he had a lot of enemies. He kicked the woman over and whistled. She had on only a black bikini top under that motorcycle jacket and it barely covered her gifts. Dozer looked around, ain't nobody gonna notice, and she's still warm. He undid her belt and unzipped her pants. He licked his cracked lips over and over as he gently inspected his prize. Nice and tattooed, very taunt and firm her flesh would sell for an excellent price.
Dozer pulled his shirt off to reveal the full sized tattoo of a pentagram on his massive back, a gift from his early years in prison where he converted to Satanism. Dozer unzipped his pants, his prize now naked and bloody on the cold cement floor. He got on her, she was still hot. Dozer was so busy he never realized her eyes were open and looking at him.

Sapphire tore the fake skin away from her thigh and pulled the thin knife out. She buried the blade in his neck, Dozer let off a howl. He leapt back, it was a rather comical sight to see this nasty serial killer with 64 bodies to his credit standing there with his pants around his ankles. Sapphire got up and flexed her back pushing out all the buck shot that had torn into her. Her sweaty feet didn't have great grip on this ice cold cement floor, she wasn't expecting that the knife wouldn't kill him, but with a neck like that it wasn't a complete surprise. He ran for his truck, Sapphire ran after him. She managed to scoop up one of his pistols from her discarded clothes and chase after him. She fired, the bullet struck him in the side, but he had grabbed a meat clever from the back and swung.
Too close, Sapphire put her pistol to block. The meat clever dug hard into the side of the gun shooting sparks off as it hit. He was immensely strong and the blow broke Sapphire's thumb dropping the gun from her head. He was swinging against before she knew it and she blocked with the only thing she had. The blade hacked clean though her arm spraying her face with blood. Her right arm dropped off, Sapphire was pissed, it took forever to get that back on.
Dozer was completely stunned, she wasn't screaming, she wasn't even slowing down despite missing most of her forearm. She leapt at him, her teeth burying in his thumb. She bite hard, her teeth cracking but she managed to bite most of his thumb off. Now Dozer began to scream, he dropped the clever and grabbed her long black hair. He drove his knee into her face over and over, busting most of her face up. He slammed her hard on the concrete and began to beat her more. She was going to die, he was in a total blind rage.
What he didn't realized was that she had the clever. She drove the massive clever into the side of his leg just above the knee, there was a crackling of bone, spraying of blood and Dozer dropped. She was on him, the only thing that showed through the wreckage of her face were her grey eyes, fixed and cold.

Sapphire found her arm and picked it up, the fingers were still wiggling. She placed the two ends together as she sat against the truck's wheel casually smoking a thin rolled cigar. She watched as the two ends began to knit together.
" You didn't do half bad for yourself" she commented, " I can see why you have five hitters on your belt, you really should have known better. You don't hunt on syndicate territory, you are just asking for trouble."
The last bits of her arm knitted back together and she plucked the spent cigar from her lips and deposited it in the open mouth of Dozer's severed head. She slowly got up and put her clothes back on before leaving the warehouse, the cleaners should be here soon enough and she wasn't worried about being stiffed, the Syndicate knew who did this. She slipped her jacket off and gave a last wave to Dozer and his two accomplishes and the two wannabe black magicians, they should have known playing this game always had a high price.