Crimson Duty

Chapter Four - Under the Radar [ACT TWO]

Hey guys. I'm writing again. I so nearly got arrested just now because I was speeding. Now, that SOUNDS bad but it isn't. I swear, I just needed to get to work on time. But, an officer caught me and I ended up in the station, so I had to phone in sick. I haven't been in school since last year because of my job, so I've probably been taken off of the register. That's a shame. I was gonna go back sometime in 1992 to finish my A-Levels. Anyways, it's probably a good time for me to stop writing because I have nothing else to write about. Bye!

Second Entry, 27/11/1991

Shingle was still in the car with Mike. They were around 4 minutes away from Gibet City and the car was running out of petrol.

Mike: If we don't find a gas station we won't make it.

Shingle: You're incredibly lucky. There's one right around the corner. Meaning, we've just come off the highway.

Mike: Thank Shadow!

(In this universe, and in all universes to do with this story, they worship a god called Shadow. Everyone in Congerania is a Shadowist.)

Mike turns in to the gas station and parks. He fills his car up and gets going again.

Shingle: Lucky bastard!

Mike: Don't keep going on about it.

Shingle: Alright then.

Mike drives out of the gas station and follows the road to the Lamborghini dealership.

Shingle: I'm not getting a fucking Lamborghini! They're too expensive!

Mike: Alright. Your loss, though.

Mike turns the car back around and drives back to Eiprepus Town.

Shingle: What made you wanna be a DEA agent?

Mike: Well, I guess it's because I love seizing meth labs and taking TONS of money. Honestly, you wouldn't believe how much money a meth cook makes!

Shingle thinks about what Mike just said.

Shingle: How much?

Mike: In a year, they make about £80M.

Shingle: DEAR TROLERS THAT'S A LOT!

Mike: Yeah, and that's just in one year! Some of the big businesses have been running for decades, and we're gonna bring them all down!

Shingle: What's one of them?

Mike: There's this one called Majatty, which is run by like 3 middle aged dudes who go round selling meth to crackheads. If I recall correctly, they've been running for about 28 years.

Shingle does the math.

Shingle: 80,000,000 x 28 would leave you with... £2.24 BILLION?!

Mike: Yep! Some of these asshats are billionaires, but it's all drug money and they know they can't spend it.

Shingle: Dear lord! Imagine having all of that money and not being able to spend it...

Shingle is now playing tug of war with himself in his head. On one hand, he'll get tons of money which can pay for all sorts, but on the other, it's illegal to produce drugs and he won't be able to spend it, unless he comes up with a good excuse. He could pretend he was just working extra hard at McDonalds and got tons of money, but it probably wouldn't work since the average wage of a McDonalds employee is like £7 per hour and over a year that would make approximately £62,400 a year, and if he's making £80M a year that would mean there's no way McDonalds was giving him money.

Once they arrive at their flat in Rehtomruoy Lane, Shingle instantly rushes to his room to research Majatty.

Shingle: Hmm...

He scrolls further down.

Shingle: So everything Mike said was true...

He nearly decides to stay away from making meth, but after speeding, he felt a gateway open in his mind. He knew he had potential, whether that be legal or not, and he was gonna do whatever it took to show it. After a long mental debate, he decides to search up "ingredients to cook methamphetamine" on Line Mode Browser and hits enter.

(To clear up confusion, Wikipedia exists in 1991 in this universe.)