The gunseller on the ground said: Mkay, I give you 300 for your three UZIs. Can't pay your more, mkay? The poison injektor's in the price, mkay?
He takes the UZIs for the cheap price and hands over the small poison injektor to Cali.
The urban shaman coughed through his mask: Cough, cough. Yes, it is here. Did you already pay me?
He handed over the 4 injektor bullets to Cali...
As Cali waited for the Cleric Jesus to return, he was reading the newspaper. There were several articles worth to mention: