Noah “Skuzzy Depp” Franko sat on his corner around 4am in El Paso Texas waiting for his supplier. He was called Skuzzy Depp or Skuzzy D because he looked like a dirtier meth addicted version of the actor Johnny Depp. His supplier was a mule that came up from Mexico with above grade heroin. He sold other drugs, but the China White was what he was known for, but the drug was harder to come by with all the violence along the border. His clientele went from the party going college somethings to people of almost every age and description with only the connection of drug addiction. Many people found themselves addicted to opioids with a medical profession both giving them out like candy and cutting them off when addicted. Noah thought the whole thing was just a ploy to get people addicted and make money on rehab turning doctors into the cause and cure. He liked the new clients with their clean money and perks. More than a few of the soccer-moms would go to their knees for a hit.
A young woman approached Noah but stopped when he put up his hand and said, “I’m not holding. Come back in an hour.” Jill did her best to play the part of the junkie with an exaggerated twitch while scratching at her arms. She looked to the van where Wendy, Scott, and Gina were wondering what she was doing. Wendy said, “yeah, just tell him we’re watching.” Scott wondered, “is she trying out for the Walking Dead?” Noah said, “get the fuck away bitch.” Jill walked around the block to the back of the van. Gina asked, “what the fuck were you doing? I mean what the fuck was that? Were you trying to give our position away?” Wendy asked Gina, “are you?” Jill said, “I think he’s waiting for a delivery.” Everyone turned to the thin dirty little man as he stood there waiting.
Wendy said, “he’s probably not holding any cash or drugs. Most of them use bitcoin or some other way to pay for deliveries.” Gina said, “if we wait, we can follow them and get every dealer they sell to, or we can take them out cutting off the supply.” Wendy added, “if we split-up one team could follow the supplier and tag the dealers while the other team takes them out.” Wendy knew she was the only one that could follow the suppliers without being seen, but she was also the only one that could kill that many people in one night. Gina said, “I’ll drive the follow car with Jill behind the gun.” Jill looked at Scott then back to Gina who said, “if something goes wrong Wendy will need help, and well, Scott is a better high-speed driver.”
A box truck pulled up to the curb where Noah was waiting and tossed a couple of tied newspaper stacks onto the sidewalk. One of the stacks had a blue plastic ribbon around it. Noah took the one with the blue ribbon. The truck pulled away as Wendy gave it a six-count then followed in an old Honda, they brought with them to blend in just in case they needed to make a getaway. They followed the truck to another stop were a man doing his best impersonation of a stereotypical movie pimp from the 1970s took the papers. Scott took his picture, marked the location with GPS and sent it to the others. Gina waited for the Honda to slip away then they drove up to Noah who had a “get the fuck away” look on his face and shot him in the head spreading his brains across the wall of the building nearby. They left him and the drugs on the corner and went to the next stop. Wendy and Scott came to the next stop and saw something they didn’t expect. The papers were taken by a small boy of maybe nine or ten. He opened the package and folded the papers placing them into plastic sleeves along with packets of a white powder. Wendy took a picture that got to the others just as they shot the seventies pimp. Gina sent a message, “no.”
The four left El Paso and drove back home. About ten miles away from home the Honda broke down. With everyone in the van, the mood turned from quiet calm to a tense-filled quiet. Gina said, “I can’t kill a child, nor could I work with anyone that could or would ask me to do it.” Wendy said, “I would never ask, and anyone that could leave should leave.” Jill said, “now that we know how they send out the drugs we can find them again and.” She stopped talking when she realized anyone with an ounce of brains would see the death and how it followed their route. They would change how they deliver the drugs making this chance a one-off. Back home, Wendy and the others went to bed while Jill Skyped with Jeff. He was both teaching her how to sign while they worked on their Skype-sex. Cathy looked out into the common room and saw more of Jeff than she ever wanted to see. Cathy turned to Wendy who was topless in bed and said, “I think we should put one of those smart-TVs in Jill’s room.” Wendy got up and went to the door seeing a naked Jeff signing something to a naked Jill as she fingered herself. She turned back to Jeff and whispered to Cathy, “Jeff isn’t so little anymore?”