บท 14: Not a Criminal, Just a Collector Part 1

He sat on a rooftop with a loaded gun tucked in his belt and had a visor flipped down that amplified his vision. He removed his visor and a slot in his robotic arm opened and he put it back in, "Time to collect," He said as he pulled his gun from his belt and check the magazine. He was an enhanced man, with metal bones and a fully metal left arm and left side of his chest. He was the Collector, a sort of contract killer but instead of killing a target, he would collect it, whether it be live or inanimate. He slide down the railings of the stairs before sliding down the ladder and cracking his neck and walking onto the street. He lived in the Outer Ring of Gallbatonia, years after the fall of the Oprios and the DR3, the two main gangs that had ruled the Out. He crossed the street. He was a large man, taller than most and probably heavier than most. His face bore several scares, one that had blinded his right eye, meaning that his right eye, like his left arm was enhanced. He pushed open the door to the store he had been watching, "Hello boys, I would like to speak to the boss here."