It was cold and rainy out on the streets, Alexander was heading back after dealing with a rat in his ranks. The blood on his shirt was causing a stain and small droplets of it ran down his cheek. A young woman was sitting on the curb by the road and from a glance he knew what she was. Her tiny skirt and top that showed too much cleavage told him she was a prostitute, although she looked pretty roughed up. Against his better judgment he walked over to her

“you good miss?”