She is slouched against the outside wall of the local bookstore, The Kraken's Skull. The cracked eyes of a mermaid statuette stare at her from the fly-filled dumpster. She lights up a cigarette and gazes out at the black ocean over the craggy cliffs. She sighs and waits.
The mermaid rises up from the dumpster, attached to the head of a disheveled man of about fifty. The man has coke-bottle classes and a dirt-stained khaki trench coat. The man approaches her, his mouth formed into a ridiculous grin, exposing his mustard-colored teeth.
"I just got in a new shipment."
"Yeah. Hard to get, though. Apparently, the goddamn police have been spending their time hunting out some of the scientists who've been making the stuff. Like the bloody Inquisition, if you ask me."
"How expensive, then?"
"Fifty for a hit."
"Jesus Christ, it was only ten last week!"
"Times change, my friend."
"Let me see the serum, at least…"
He opens his trench coat. Hundreds of syringes filled with a milk