OUTCAST Ops: Red Ice

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Billy Dyachenko’s eyes widened as the methamphetamine hit his system.

It was Alec W. who had shown him what this new drug was. Billy’s dealer, an Asian with multiple facial tattoos, had sold him the reddish-tinted powder. “New and improved,” Alec had said. “It’s called Red Ice.”

Billy hadn’t been convinced until Alec had given him a free sample. The high had been intense and much longer than normal. When he finally came down, he knew he had to have more.

Alec had smirked when Billy had shown up at his door. “Thought I might see your ugly mug again. Check it out. New form of Red Ice, even better than before,” Alec had told him, handing over a strip of skin patches after Billy gave him the cash. “Suppose to be quicker into the bloodstream and last longer than smoking or snorting it, plus it looks like a nicotine patch, so the cops won’t be looking for it.”

Billy was disappointed the drug wasn’t exactly the same as the last batch he took, since that was such high quality stuff. But if Alec said it was better…He didn’t want to wait. Twenty minutes after leaving Alec, Billy pulled into a parking garage on the corner of Beach and Powell Street, found an empty parking spot for his three-year old Ford F-150, and took out the skin patches. He peeled one off and stuck it on his left wrist over the veins.

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