[ CW ] A multi-billionaire offers you 100 million to kill a stranger ...

`` One hundred million?'' 
 
 He nodded. 
 
 `` To kill a stranger?'' 
 
 Steve nodded again in the same slow, measured gesture, while the fingers of his left hand caressed the black leather of the briefcase by his side. 
 
 `` So, to be clear, you are offering me 100 million dollars to kill a human someone?'' 
 
 `` Yes... well, Euro technically.'' 
 
 A confused pause. `` Why not dollars?'' 
 
 `` Does it matter?'' 
 
 `` But why Euro?'' 
 
 `` Fuck sake, because I said so Barry. Jesus!'' 
 
 `` But this is Ameri-'' 
 
 `` I'm well aware of our current location, thank you. I'll be using an offshore account; it's a lot easier that way.'' 
 
 `` I do n't understand, why would you -?'' 
 
 `` Shit, Barry, I'm asking you to murder a man and you want to talk currency? Who gives a -'' 
 
 `` Wait, does it have to be a man?'' 
 
 `` What? No!'' 
 
 `` So it can be anyone?'' 
 
 Steve sighed and rubbed at his eyes. `` We've been over this. You have to kill a stranger. Not the homeless, the elderly, the terminally ill. And definitely not one of those mental fucks who'd only love to do himself in. They're off limits. And *you* have to do it. That's the deal. No hiring some punk to do it for you.'' 
 
 `` That's a bit mean, is n't it?'' 
 
 Steve smiled, satisfied.'This is the idea, my little friend. It's the hardest choice you'll ever have to -'' 
 
 `` No, I mean the mentals. They're not all miserable, are they? That's a lousy thing to say. They're usually smiling and stuff. Saw one of them dancing along to the music of an ice-cream truck the other day. Having a great time of it.'' 
 
'Jesus Fuck, Barry! I do n't give a -'' 
 
 `` What about babies?'' 
 
 Steve shot him a look of horror. `` What about them?'' 
 
 `` Could I, you know, murder a baby? A small one?'' 
 
 `` No, you ca n't murder a baby, you sick shit!'' 
 
 `` Holy people? Nuns?'' 
 
 `` What's the matter with you?'' 
 
 `` I do n't like nuns.'' 
 
 `` No! You ca n't kill nuns.'' 
 
 `` Why not? Nobody would miss them. They're always on their own, up a mountain or a bicycle or something.'' 
 
 `` You need help. You're sick.'' 
 
 `` What about method? Do I get extra for creativity?'' 
 
 `` Why would you want more? I'm offering 100 million Euro.'' 
 
 `` What if I kill a pregnant person? That counts as two, right?'' 
 
 `` No, you know what? The offer's gone. You've ruined it.'' Steve stood and grabbed the briefcase at his side. He gave Barry a single look of disgust before leaving, muttering something about the sheer madness of today's youth, but the kid took no notice. He had spotted one of his firetrucks under his bed and had already envisioned the wildfire spreading throughout the room. 

