You start calling druggies you know back home. Asking for bits on your vial of Mad-L93. A variant a Mad 3. It's not as strong, but body can find Mad-L93, let along pure Mad 3. The vial offers start around sixty bucks but by the ninety call your up to a bit of 400. You think your gonna end up getting 1600 for it. But you get nothing. A insane and very drug addicted thug named Twee Holidi over hears you while pretending to talk on a pay phone. He works the phones listening in for exploitable information from people's talk. He don't fuck around. He gets out a long barbed blade. He slams in into the top of your head hard. It makes a liquid shluck! You feel a brief intense pain and die. He searches you for the vial, don't find it. Grabs your case with the vial in it and splits. He almost gets away. The cops get the vial. One lucky officer sells in on the black market for 2400 hundred dollars and sixteen cents.
The End