Sitting around the back of the box truck; labeled with a rent-to-own company logo to help fit in as it drives; the group went through the loot from their escapade. Butcher and Eyeball were still in helmet and uniform; six of the Clones were there, sorting through equipment and neatly stacking and packaging it.

"We've got one hundred seventeen nice, high-end laptops, of a few different models. Cost new was over three hundred grand, we can probably get over a hundred K selling them. The desktop computers, even better, higher end, and a couple hundred of them. Cost more like half a mil new, but again... probably over a hundred K. High-end armored vests, assault weapons, stun rods, handguns.. a few hundred grand were, aftermarket; that stuff keeps most of its value. Honestly, I'd like to take that instead of part of my share if possible; I always have use for more decent guns and armor."

Jason looked at the others. "Unless one of you objects, I'm fine with him taking that as part of his cut. I can see how he could use it; maybe even in our next job." Butcher seemed uninterested; Emerald nodded firmly.

"Seems good to us. Continue, please."

"Thats about it for our more mundane stuff. We pulled some nice, high-end lab equipment. Stuff used in producing high-end medications, doing gene sequencing, all sorts of crazy stuff. The software and chemicals needed to keep that stuff running. Thousands of doses of some very high-end, expensive drugs which are impossible to value... but could conceivably be worth billions of dollars. Oh, and the Gigafac still reads at a hundred percent, Eyeball."

"Nice. We'll leave it on the truck for now. I definitely have uses for it in the future. Alright, people. This Reflex stuff is gonna be a huge haul. Not just that, but all the gear we need to make more. We can setup with Nicky and get into the exotic combat drug business, or we can just sell everything off. If you want to start that, Clone, the rest of us can help and I suspect it could be a very lucrative option for us in the future."

Clone gave a nod. "Very good. I can see much potential in this. And if work with Nicky, avoid getting visit from family in the night, yes?"

"Well. We either work with Nicky down here, set up in vegas, or we move north. Colorado is pretty open... if we get started soon. Alright. Lets get everything loaded up and secured. We'll have a chat with Nicky, plan things out from there."

***

It was a decidedly more casual gathering down in vegas hours later; no helmets, no uniforms; Jason wearing his typical cowboy hat and Emerald wearing a lovely black dress that seemed to perfectly accentuate her more human aspects; and attracted a few looks from the patrons she walked by, both appreciative and curious.

Nicky was at the table already, talking with one of his men, and nodded at Jason when he stepped in.. leading the group down. "So. I heard you did a little work over in Cali and had something you wanted to sell."

"Not just something to sell... but a business proposition. The place we hit is a drug company. They made some nice, interesting medications, stuff that will sell like hotcakes I'm sure. But even better... is this stuff." Jason held up a small black vial. "Its called 'Reflex'." He passed it to Nicky, who examined the vial thoughtfully.

"Interesting. And what does it do?"

"If you've got a weak heart, it kills you in minutes. If you've got bad kidneys, or a bad liver? The third or fourth dose will kill you in a month. And if you keep taking it, more than a dose a month? It'll kill your liver, or your kidneys, or both, and then you. And it's highly addictive."

Nicky stared at Jason as if he'd grown another head. "Thats... some mighty fine selling points for your drink here."

"It also, depending on dosage, accelerates your reflexes to such an extent that you can literally tear your body apart by throwing a ball too fast, or trying to run. Dosed properly, it turns you into a mid to low grade speedster for a brief time. Dosed improperly, it'll let you make a very brief Lightning impersonation before you throw your own hand alongside the knife you just threw."

Nicky turned the vial over in his hands thoughtfully. "That... has enormous potential. If I could take my best sniper and make him a speedster for a bit..."

Jason chuckled. "I think we can charge an insane amount per dose, and they'll pay. And.... if you'd be willing to offer your protection to such an enterprise... I'd like to open up a lab making the stuff outside vegas. Give you ten percent off the top, and another twenty for any you help distribute; either a cut of the money, or a cut of the drug itself to use for Family purposes."

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Nicky set the dose on the table. "I'll consider it. If you agree not to sell it to the cartels regardless of price, then I'll agree to your terms. If you want us to let you to sell it without restriction, I suspect we'll be wanting more... or intervening."

"Not a big fan of foreign agents moving in.. no offense to present company.." He nodded at Clone. "So I'm fine with that. In fact, if you have any sellers you recommend that won't be passing any on to them, I'd be interested in some contact information; give you a dozen free doses to pass out to your guards for it."

"..First I want to see it in action. Come on. Lets head out to the range."

***

'The Range' as it turned out, was a nice, empty spot a few miles out in the desert... with a massive burlap tent setup to prevent overhead surveillance, a row of tables anchored into place with cement bricks, and targets spaced out at different lengths. It had been abandoned before they showed up; and three men in suits stepped out, and carefully scanned over the area, while Jason waited with Nicky in the car.

"Checking for cameras?"

"Any sort of recorders. Every time. Its not worth keeping a guard out here all the time. So we just blast it with an EMP and then scan it. Usually catches anything we need to worry about." After a few minutes, Nicky stepped out of the car; Jason and three guards following, under the tent. One man set out a briefcase; four weapons stacked neatly on the table. Two handguns, a rifle, and a submachinegun.

Jason pulled a small box out of his pocket; a wedge of dry ice, and four small tubes that each looked like an Epi-Pen; a small cylinder with an auto-injector, usually used for allergy emergency medication. "My brain is a bit non-standard, so I'm not certain how it'll work on me. I'd recommend one of your men try it... but I'm willing to try it first if you think I'm trying to poison you or something."

Nicky shook his head. "Bobby. Set out some targets for me." He walked up to one of his guards. "Eyeball here tells me this stuff can be hard on the heart. You have any heart problems, anything we need to worry about?"

The man... an enormous, stoic, body-builder looking sort.. gave a grimace. "Actually... yeah, boss. Some irregularities. Nothin thats gonna stop me from working." Nicky nodded, thoughtfully. "You need to take a break, get that sorted out? Surgery, meds? Anything I can do for you?"

"..No, Don. Doc says it won't really get better. I should be fine if I don't do anything crazy, but not to run any marathons."

Nicky sighed. "I'm gonna call your wife. Tomorrow. And if you haven't talked to her about this, I'm gonna personally beat your ass. Jake!"

Another man; smaller, more lean, energetic, stepped up. "I heard you, boss. And I'm solid. Fit as a fiddle. No drugs since I was like... fifteen. Kinda want to see what its like."

Bobby stepped back behind the line, and Nicky set out a stopwatch. "Alright, Jacob. Fire a clip at the target. Fast as you can and still get good shots."

The men backed away. Some put in earplugs. Jacob had a set of earmuffs he set on his head; hunter's camo earmuffs with some sort of built-in noise control. Jason... put on his helmet. He'd had proper noise filters built into it.

With the noise muffling, it was like fifteen sharp firecrackers. Two hit the paper outside the body; the rest all scored directly in the center of mass; on a live target, it would've been lung, kidney, heart shots, all of them. Not bad; and it took less than four seconds.

"Not bad. Not perfect, but not bad. Now try it. Anything about where?"

"Near the center of mass. If you get it straight into the heart, it works fastest; you want it to hit the head about the same time as everywhere else. Now be careful. You're not a speedster. For them they've had this stuff all their life. You gotta take it slow."

Jacob shook his head, and braced himself. Everyone watched, intently, as he jabbed the injector into his chest.

Less than a second later, his eyes went wide. He seemed to be a blur of movement; picking up the gun, snapping off shots. Fifteen rounds; all almost dead center. The gun tossed aside. He picked up the Submachinegun on the table; and emptied it into a different target, the short ra-ta-ta-tap muted but definite, felt more than heard.

The submachinegun was tossed; the rifle picked up. He emptied the rifle as well; single shots, but so fast they could have been mistaken for full auto. He set the rifle back down, and rested his hands on the table; taking a long, slow breath. "HolyfuckingshitthatwascrazywhyamItalkingsoslowwhathefuckiswronnnng..." He grimaced... and gripped his forehead. "Damn. That... th.. that was a rush."

Nicky looked at the guns. The targets. Then back at Jake. "Goddamn, Jacob. You could've killed a whole bloody army in two seconds."

He glanced at Eyeball. "So. How do you compare? I know you're not a speedster. Not sure what you are, really."

Jason glanced down at the guns. He walked up to the rifle, examining it closely. It was a fairly nice, custom job; no serial numbers, no model or make, though it vaguely resembled a classic AK with a banana clip. He picked up the rifle, loaded in a fresh magazine...

He focused on the trajectories. On where the bullet would go, if he held it like so. If he moved here... and here... He smiled beneath the helmet.. and swept his arm across the targets, pulling the trigger six times.

Each target had a single hole; directly in the center of the face.

"Without the reflex... dangerous enough. Frankly, if I took a dose, I'm not certain just what it would do. Something dangerous, probably. I can kill well enough without it."

Jake looked from his own targets to Jason's; he might not have killed them as fast as Jake could with the drug pumping through his veins, but still. That was a nasty display.

Jason turned back to Nicky. "So. I was thinking ten grand a dose. For another grand, I can make a custom auto-injector... something you mount on your chest, under your shirt.." He tapped his own chest. "So you can just slap it, good and hard, and set it off. It might go off on accident if someone tackles you... but then, that might not be a bad thing, yes?"