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The cold wind bit hard at his face and hands. Hiding in the shadows, Decker crouched, waiting. He made a mental note to ask for more money. This job wasn't as easy as he had been told. Of course, a cold winter front just had to hit when he was stuck outside waiting for his target.
He heard footsteps and readied himself, watching a man walk around the corner, and it was him! Decker charged at the man, who turned, leaping out of the way. Decker lunged at Castor with a hypodermic needle. Castor ducked and spun out of the way. Decker slipped on the slushy snow just as Castor landed a punch on Decker's jaw.
Surprised that he could not just land a punch but avoid getting hit or stabbed with that needle, Castor ran and ran fast.
Decker stood there looking around for Castor, but he was go
