Jack tried to appear relaxed as he walked, although his paranoia made him look more suspicious as he hung his head and kept his hands in his pockets as he walked. There were a few dusty looking bars along the main street of the area but he didn't want to venture into there right now. Instead he moved on watching the people he encountered, looking for weaknesses or a sign of money but they all looked like tired, sun weathered down and outs. Jack realised that he probably fit right it.

The day was getting hotter and Jack felt even worse, with each step he took he clenched his sore fist to distract himself from the pains of withdrawal and his greed for the drug. He had no money, but if he was going to find a phone, or something to cure his pain, he would need something.

As he neared another short stretch of what looked to have once been bars or businesses he herd a voice shout out, "hey gringo!" Jack looked passed the shoddy run down buildings and across the street where a young man stood, watching him and grinning. "You an American? English? Gringo!" The guy shouted. Jack looked around, the area was quiet and almost deserted other than a few old farm trucks which occasionally rattled by on the bumpy road.

Jack headed towards him slowly as he thought about his options, he didn't know why the kid was calling out to him but an opportunity may have presented itself and he wasn't going to miss a chance if it appeared.

Jack crossed the road careful to mind his step before heading towards the narrow alleyway the young guy was backing down, still watching him, clearly amused.

"You talking to me?" Jack asked gruffly, not stepping between the two derelict buildings in case this was some sort of trap.

The kid nodded his head and Jack studied him for a moment. He looked to be Spanish but his English was good. "I'm a business man," the kid stated, making no attempt to move towards Jack.

"Is that so?" Jack asked, appearing irritated, it seemed to give the young guy more energy as he bounced on his feet.

"Yep, and all the Americans that come down here are looking for business," the kid explained. Jack shook his head and laughed slightly, wondering if the guy before him had a phone or cash.

"What business is that?"

"Oh I don't know," the guy said arrogantly, rolling his eyes, "maybe they want a woman, maybe they want a place to hide out, maybe they want something to make them feel better…" He spoke animatedly, raising an eyebrow as he waited for Jack to respond.

"What, like medicine?" Jack asked sarcastically, but the pain running through his body seemed to get worse as he realised he could get a fix. He didn't want it, he told himself, but he sure did need it, he admitted as he tried to shut the two voices out of his mind.

"I have all kinds of medicine," the guy said, gesturing for him to come closer.

"You on your own?" Jack asked, playing the part of a cautious man, wanting to make the kid feel cocky, he as certain he would be, this place was deserted.

"I'm a one man show," he said, now eager to do business. "How much money you got?" He asked as Jack took a step into the shade of the alley.

"How much you charging?"

"You've not even told me what you want," the kid snapped, now a little impatient, wondering if the guy was jerking his chain.

"I want something to make me feel better," Jack said, his voice ruff again, "anything you got."

The man nodded, "okay dude, show me the money and then I'll go get you what you want."

Jack shook his head, "I want to see it first. I'm not paying for any watered down shit."

The guy glared at him for a moment before adding, "you better have the cash man, because I don't accept any other payment forms, if you catch my drift."

Jack let out a laugh, generally amused by the kids weariness, "I have what you want."

"Good." The kid flipped out a silver cell phone and made to call his partner who would, Jack assumed, deliver the goods. His heart pounding in his chest Jack pulled out his gun and as the kid was about to draw his own Jack shot him in the arm. The kid fell backwards into the wall and then onto the ground as the phone clattered onto the ground. Jack scrambled to phone and then turned without a second glance at the kid and ran as fast as he could back to the barn, gun in one hand and the phone in the other as his heart beat heavily in his chest.