"Excellent. I look forward to dealing with him....." Flogging took a swig from his flask. "Sorry, I trust no one. At least when it comes to drink..." With that, he turned and left the succubus for the address. Once he arrived, he took another swig, and then knocked. When the man came to the door, Flogging asked, "Is this you?" The man took the paper, and nodded. "Yes" he said. "May I come in?" Flogging asked. "If you must," the man answered. Flogging closed the door behind himself, and locked it. "Now," he said pulling his gun and pointing at the man. "Where's Shade's money?" "I don't know what you are talking about!" the man replied. "Don't play stupid boy! Give me the money, or I swear that I will pull this trigger, and the last thing you will see me leaving before you can even hit the ground!" "F---!" the man cried. "Don't.... don't..... here... here..." He handed Flogging a very large roll of money. "Glad to see you're a smart fellow," Flogging said, turning to unlock the door and leave. As Flogging was exiting the house, he turned to the shaking man and, opening the cylinder to his revolver, shook out all of the shells that were inside. "By the way," Flogging said as they clattered to the ground. "You might like this." With that, Flogging left. The shells were empty. Arriving back at The Succubus, he said, "It is done." And dropped the money on the bar. "On a different note, I do like this new revolver I picked up..... Colt Python. .357 magnum. And it was free," he emphasized the last word with a wink.