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Fight Club

Oddly there weren't too many cars around.

Derrick said a few of the guys ran taxi service bringing in small groups. Too many cars here would bring too much attention.

Mac was at the kitchen table with a notebook, scribbling intensely, setting up the bouts. He faced a bunch of guys lined up across from him.

"Go meet the Doc," he hollered when he saw me, barely looking up from his notes.

The doctor was an older guy about in his fifties. He was going through the inventory of medicines, prepping needles. I wondered what was in them, why he did this gig. I wondered how much he got paid for his services. I knew better to ask anything as I cleared my throat in the doorway.

"Hey, I'm your helper tonight."

He turned around and gave me a look I couldn't decipher.

"Are you legal?" the doctor asked.

I gave him a confused look.

"At least tell me you're twenty-one."

I wasn't going to tell him I wasn't, not when my birthday was so close.

"I'm legal," I said with a grin.

He just shook his head. "Why
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