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Dennis stashed the brown paper bag inside his jacket and let out a deep breath. He looked at himself in the hallway mirror. Let's do this...

During the Tube journey to the meet, Dennis stroked the bag of heroin he was carrying. The exchange went down without a hitch. Bish, bash...Job done.

Jackson, the man tasked with collecting the package, watched from the shadows as Dennis unwittingly passed the package to an undercover police officer. He'd been warned about the officer through contacts, and ducked out of the deal. Bloody amateurs he thought. Does nobody do their homework any more?

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