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He stared at the gun the way people stare at oncoming headlights. The alley smelled like piss and some sort of dead animal. Standing at about 5 feet tall his body was trembling as he stood there explaining the situation he had gotten himself in. "Relax," I told him. My voice was soft. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead." That was a lie. I was going to kill him if he fucked up like this again, but killing him tonight was not in my plans. He swallowed hard. The sound carried.