Chapter 3: Episode 2
In a city like this, there are very
simple rules. If you can smoke it, snort it, or fuck it, you can make money off
it. And if you’re not making money, then you’re just dying, and nothing good
ever came from being dead.
The former two modes are the most easily transportable. In a place like Bedlam, moving and pushing is as integrated as inhalation. We breathe in vice and sin with each whiff of smoggy city air. The problem, of course, is that even with the simplest of things, human beings will find a way to fuck it up.
Two weeks ago, a large delivery of a new experimental drug, known only as “Plague”, vanished into thin air.
The five minutes of satisfaction I got from killing the ones responsible for such a monumental loss—unfortunately– was not able to bring the product back to us. Thus began fifteen days of mind-numbing searches, all of which ended in complete failure. I was slated for a particularly boring month, until I got the call that they’d found a new hit.
And he was a real disappointment.