Riley's Last Job

He thought about it then.  The poison, or whatever it was.  In the fingertips- nowhere else and only at certain times.  He had gotten pretty good over the years at controlling it but at times it got away from him.  And the other side, the opposite effect from the poison- he couldn't even begin to think about what it was- probably some unique enzyme like he had read about in a medical text.  But whatever it was, he would try to work on.  He would develop it like he had the poison.  He smiled as he thought of himself down near the beach, sunning and drinking cocktails.   The locals would point with whispered awe- and sometimes someone would come up to him and say they heard he could heal people.

He liked that thought.  He was ready for a change.