It'd gone seamless enough. His main man, Mills, had taken care of the cooks and suppliers, now to just take care of the dealers. When his superiors had found out there were others selling on their turf, there was no way they were going to stand for it. He was not only a dealer, but one of their best fighters, they bet good money on him every week during the underground fighting, so Fitz seemed like a likely candidate to eliminate the competition. They'd gotten the names from some guy who thought he was a big shot before he found a bullet between his eyeballs. Now Fitz just needed to go take care of... Jada. Ah, a chick. That'd be interesting. With connections with nefarious intentions, it wasn't hard to get her address, and soon he was finding his way up to her apartment with the help of a fire escape. Breaking and entering was always easy for him, he'd been doing it since he was a kid. He found himself in a living room as he slipped inside, his eyes surveying the place. The apartment was impeccable for a drug dealer; he figured he'd have a great time trashing it to make it look like a robbery if he had to kill her. Moving through the dark room, he spotted a light on at the end of the hallway, the man stealthily moving towards it.
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