Being honest with himself, Marcus was a little intimidated at the prospect of using 'Dust'. His thought went back to Viktor's description of a horrible and gruesome death if his body 'rejects' the drug. He put the bag of Dust back where it was. He had a perfectly good reasoning to not use it. Someone needs to keep an eye on their French operations and in his current shape, pun intended, Michel was nowhere close to be able to fulfill that. No one would recognize him.
Sighing, Marcus walked to Renee's bedroom, on top of a lamp desk, he found a newly minted debit card in the name of Renee Di Francescantonio, just like Viktor said. If what he said was true, then this will contain exactly one million Euro as his gesture of goodwill. Marcus laughed, there was no way his operations in France worth only that much, but on the other hand, it was a good deal for them. Viktor's henchmen could've taken over their bodies or they could've been shot like Antonio, which then will leave Viktor free to take their operations anyway. Marcus smirked, pocketing the card, he wondered how lucky they might be. They get to keep their French operations, Michel in his new body will give them a lot of cover to keep the operations running and they now own supplies of Dust that allow them to take over almost anyone they wanted. Marcus thought, if only he would be brave enough to use it.
''So.. how is it?'', Marcus smirked playfully, just as Renee walked out from the bathroom. She shot him a 'fuck off' look.
''You might want to keep those female hormones in check.'', Marcus tossed her the debit card. ''Remember the PIN?'', Renee just nodded. ''Good. I'm going out to get some air.''
Slamming the door shut behind him, habits forced Marcus to look around. Only when he realized that the only person in proximity was a grandma riding a motorscooter, he laughed nervously. He could felt the two sample packets of Dust settling on his pocket, squashed flat. He got in his hand, a map, conveniently purchased from a local shop, along with a can of Root Beer. ''Thank God for the Euro.'', he muttered in French when the cashier processed his payment.
An hour and a half later, he finally made his way to the city center, glancing around at the locals, he felt tempted to use the 'Dust'...
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