Prologue

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"Interesting," draws out the district police officer. "What do you think happened here?" He turns to his partner.

Two officers get out of the police car and find themselves in a trampled green clearing. Next to them is an old barn, and not far from it there are many cars and corpses. The earth after yesterday's rain has already dried up, as the sun has been baking since morning.

"We need to call for reinforcements," the partner shrugs.

"Wait," another one stops him and, noticing something in the distance, comes closer.

On a fallen concrete slab lies a man with a bullet through his head. The officers examine the body, then look at the object that is lying nearby. Not far from him lies a torn orange, and next to it is a small plastic bag of white powder drug.

"Did you ask what happened here?" the policeman asks. "Well, so," he looks around the clearing. "Apparently, someone came to them to buy goods, but they did not agree on a price. This often happens..."

"Yes, nowhere without a gun," another scratches the back of his head and lets out a chuckle. "Well, shall we comb the markets and buy up all the oranges?"

"Don't be stupid," his partner snorts. "The goods have been taken away and, probably, they are already pushing at a good price. They did an excellent job, so it seems to me that the matter is deaf."

""They are"?" asks again.

"Yes, probably, a sickly team worked, tough guys sent by a local drug lord."

"Are we calling the DEA?" the policeman sighs.

"Yes."

But here's how it really happened...

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