Alternathon short story 41: in OD

He turned away, the smoke still rising from the bullet hole he left in the other guys forehead. As he did, his mobile phone rang.

‘Is it done?’

‘You doubt me?’

‘Shazam.’

He was surprised by what happened next.

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Last updated February 14, 2026

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