Crimson Duty

Chapter Seventeen - Full Production [ACT TWO]

After driving around for about 30 minutes, Shingle finally finds a hardware store that sells shelves and other wooden supplies. He quickly makes his way inside, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. As he walks down the aisles, he picks out a few shelves, nails, and other supplies that he thinks will come in handy.

Once he has everything he needs, he heads back to the warehouse, where Tony and Jack are waiting for him. They start assembling the shelves and arranging the equipment, trying to make it look like a legitimate manufacturing business. After a few hours of hard work, they finally finish setting up the lab.

Shingle looks around at the finished product and can't help but feel a sense of pride. He's come a long way from his days of struggling to make ends meet, and now he's on the cusp of making some serious money. He takes a deep breath and turns to Tony and Jack.

Shingle: Well, boys, we did it. We're in the meth business now.

Tony and Jack give him a high-five, and they all share a laugh. And deep down, Shingle knows that this is just the beginning. There are risks involved in this kind of business, and he knows that one mistake could be his downfall, but for now he's going to enjoy the rush of success and the thrill of the unknown. He's made it this far, and he's not going to let anything stop him now. 

As the night falls, Shingle and his partners start working on the first batch of meth. The equipment is set up and everything is ready to go. They start mixing the chemicals and boiling them in the flasks, carefully monitoring the temperature and making sure everything goes according to plan.

The time passes by as they work tirelessly, and finally, the first batch of meth is ready. Shingle takes a small sample and tests it out, and the results are exactly what he was hoping for. The meth is pure and potent, and he knows he's onto something big.

Shingle: This is it, boys. We're going to make a fuckin' fortune off of this!

Tony: You're damn right we are.

Jack: But what about distribution? We need to figure out how to get this stuff out there.

Shingle: I've got a few ideas. We can start small, selling to friends and acquaintances, and then gradually expand our network.

Tony: And what about the cops? We need to be careful not to get caught.

Shingle: I've got a plan for that too. We'll keep a low profile and only deal with people we trust. And if anything goes wrong, we'll have a backup plan.

They all nod in agreement, and Shingle feels a sense of relief. He knows that this won't be easy, but he's confident that they can pull it off. He's got the equipment, the chemicals, and most importantly, the determination to succeed.

Over the next few weeks, Shingle and his partners work tirelessly, producing more and more batches of meth and expanding their network. They start making a name for themselves in the drug world, and soon enough, people are coming to them for their high-quality product.

But with success comes risk, and Shingle knows that he can't let his guard down. He's always looking over his shoulder, making sure that no one is onto them. And he knows that if they get caught, the consequences will be severe. But he doesn't care. He's a meth dealer now, and he's damn good at it.