The Cold Hard Grip Of Capitalism

(Alpha Star System- Planet Gaia)

(Abandoned Warehouse- Unknown Location)

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A tough middle-aged man with a vicious scar running down the sides of his right cheek flicked through a pile of papers.

He stood at an intimidating eight feet in height with several traits that gave away his alien heritage.

His eyes were dark blue in colour and he had a long slender tail with a pointed barb that swayed slowly in the air.

A group of equally vicious thugs and killers were present in the warehouse, but none even dared to make a sound.

These men who on ordinary days swaggered around the slums of the capitol arrogantly bullying and harassing anyone they saw displeasing to the eye were currently frozen in fear.

The boss was not happy.

And when the boss was not happy….

People died.