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>Pay them 2 MU to fuck offA guard picks up a large, heavy bag of pure blue meth and presents it to the raiders. For a moment, their tough outer shell seems to melt away as they look upon the ice with something approaching reverence. When the white guy goes to grab it he seems to slowly bring his hand to the large bag to rest it there for a moment, almost to confirm it's real, before snapping out of it and snatching it up with both arms and hauling it to the truck's back.
"Man, that's a lot of blue," the blue mohawked Hispanic remarks under his breath, barely audible and otherwise speechless, before the guard goes back and picks up another heavy bag of meth.
"There," you tell him as the guard hands over the other 'unit' of meth. "With that, we're good to travel your territories in peace. No extortion, no threats, not one hair on our heads touched."
"Yeah," the Hispanic says with the blue meth in his arms before heading back and placing it in his vehicle.
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>Ask if they partake & would be interested in more, where they would otherwise get it from, & who else uses it amongst their faction"Interested in more?" the white guy starts. "Look, I'm in a real good mood, so I'm going to give it to you straight. This stuff is legendary. You know what the state of the drug market in the Badlands is like? There's nothing, and I mean nothing that comes close to this." The prisoner-turned-raider seems quite passionate about his meth. "Getting drugs, getting anything, from outside is tough. Chinese California is sealed up along the river, the route to Nevada's dangerous, and Mexico and Yuma are Cartel land."
"Cartel land? Can't you just buy meth from them?"
"Cartel meth? You want to OD on fent, or what?"
"Plenty already have," the brown guy cuts in.
"And it's shit meth too. But this? The Blue? Man, this is where its at. Pure like nothing else, no cuts or fent or risking blowing yourself up in some RV lab."
"This one guy, get this, I heard he tried cooking in this van out in the desert, didn't come back. They thought he blew himself up, but when they got there the entire thing was filled with poison gas. Like, some of that World War One shit! For real! Shortages meant he didn't have the right ingredients, and whatever he substituted the chemicals with apparently turned into gas. Glad the Warden didn't let him use the prison." You're not a cook, but his story tracks with your DEA training. Mixing random chemicals in home labs, especially when substituting and using impure materials, can be a death sentence. Not that the addicts in those 'labs' think that far ahead.
"So you'd be interested in more drugs then? Sounds like we can make a deal. Something more long term," you suggest...
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