Conrad ran for his life. Traynor would kill him if he didn’t complete this task. He slid across the hood of an old Cadillac, turned down an alley, heard the motorcycle and leaped with arms outstretched. He and the rider rolled to the roadside. He punched, kicked and choked the leather-clad woman. When the rider stopped moving, Conrad searched her. Soon he held the vial; the last dose of insulin in this god-forsaken wasteland. One dose wouldn’t do much good. Conrad knew Traynor would never let him go. He cursed out loud and crushed the vial beneath his boot.
"Classic"
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