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Delirium Iron-Head sat in a dark room full of leather briefcases. He opened his mouth to let a typhoon of cheap booze into his system, his metal stomach whirled and clanked as the liquid drifted within his rusted gears. As he took another emotionless drink of the fluid his friend came bursting through the door with pen in his hands and a look on his face.

"What is it Arnold?" asked Delirium with a broken tone

"I just got us a job Del." replied Arnold, "If you want to keep it we have to act now."

"how much?" said Delirium asking about the money

"five-hundred units," said Arnold quietly

"Well that isn't much at all, is it?" added Delirium with a hint of annoyance in his voice

"Listen to me!" Shouted Arnold, "You can't just sit here and drink yourself to death! Our business is dying Del, and every once in a while YOU have to get off your ass and do something about it!"

"We're talking, of course, about killing people, correct?" spouted Delirium with alcohol ridden breath

"Well...yes" replied Arnold with a sort of a whimper

"ugh," Delirium grunted, "how far is the drive?"

"outskirts of the city," said Arnold, "about 15 kilometers"

"who is this guy and who does he want dead?" asked Delirium

"his name is Brexton Gordon, he's the CEO of a Brewing industry. He wants his rival company's owner out of his way" answered Arnold

 "Is the rivalry between these two a matter of publicity" inquired Delirium  

"It's all over the press, that's why he wants us to make it look like an accident," said Arnold

"Well that's just standard procedure," said Delirium as he took another drink from his flask, "we make everything look like an accident here"

"I suppose you're right, however, he paid for the full package" added Arnold, "We can't just have Tony cover our tracks this time, we have to make an effort"

"alright" groaned Delirium, "When do we need to go?"

"right now would be appreciated," said Arnold with a hiss