Well, hey there, everybody! My name's Ariel Axilas, and welcome back to yet another chapter of my second novel, "Lightspeed: Drug Detectives"!
You ever heard the phrase "hindsight is 20/20"? Yeah. That's pretty much what happened here. Kind of. I might be using that phrase completely wrong, for all I know. Speaking of what I know, I know that last time, I paid a second visit to the drug junkies' apartment complex "base" to see if there were any other leads that my team and I missed back when we were here for the first time. You know.....when we took down the drug junkies and their guards before holding the last one a little bit longer so we could interrogate them? Yeah. That time.
I see these weird, unhinged, and nonsensical ramblings and scribblings that honestly look like they were drawn by a fucking nutcase. But among the papers nestled by the lab setups, there was one notable clue; on one of the actually legible papers—an apparent recipe for how to make the "modified" cannabis—I saw the word "solionite" on it. I checked various other papers at the additional lab setups, and they all mentioned the same thing, too. I then stopped by the bags of already-produced cannabis and took screenshots of their labels for future analysis; I didn't want to take any of them with me because, well.....I'd be set upon with so much suspicion it wouldn't even be funny. I'd be lucky to even get out of such a situation alive.
After that, I found out that the junkies hadn't just turned that specific room into a cannabis lab. No.....they turned the entire fucking tenth floor of the complex into their own personal cannabis lab. Of course, I report all of my findings using my phone.....but then I'm afflicted with a sharp pain running up my right leg after kicking open the last door on the floor. I make my way back to the original apartment, hobble to the balcony, slide back the door, and stagger outside, electing to indulge myself with a high view of Santo Domingo while I'm recovering. I tried to close my eyes and mentally communicate with the author—I've seen a lot of religious people do something similar when they're "praying"—to let him know my thoughts on the whole situation and to try and give myself a voice in the matter.....but I don't hear an answer.
The whole ordeal ended with me still on that balcony, waiting in distress for my leg to heal. Fucking author, man.....sometimes I feel like he's forsaken me.
This time, I give you a glimpse into what's been happening back at Celeste's Clairvoyance Shop since I left.....
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-Celeste's Clairvoyance Shop, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic-
It's getting decently late into the night at this point, and the rest of my team—that would be Erica Shields, Marle Atkins, and the Paragon Herman—have all just been chilling for the majority of the evening at Celeste's Clairvoyance Shop while I've been out checking the drug junkies' apartment complex again. Together with the shop's owner, Celeste, they've mostly been trading stories about their lives, with Celeste informing them about her upbringing and the other three members of my team sharing tales from their pasts as well. Herman, in particular, has a lot to share since he's a Paragon.....and, as such, he's witnessed many of his team's world-saving adventures with his own eyes.
Erica and Herman have changed into a set of sleepwear, with Erica wearing a set with whimsical and cartoonish unicorn head designs while Herman opts for a long-sleeved white shirt with a light gray-colored robot on the front and dark purple plaid bottoms.
Marle and Celeste, however, are still in their day clothes; they still have something to take care of after this discussion is over.
Celeste regales Erica, Marle, and Herman about her husband—though she refuses to name him, for whatever reason—and tells them that even though she and her husband started out pursuing the same hobby, they eventually drifted apart from a career standpoint as their interests diverted. Celeste realized that she could reach deep inside a person and discern every aspect of what they were, even those aspects the person wasn't aware of.....while her husband was more into medication, constantly researching ways to create substances that would help people become the best versions of themselves. Her husband, according to her, often joked that his line of work would make her line of work more money, since she'd be getting more positive readings—and thus, more glowing reviews—more often.
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Lightspeed: Drug Detectives
Teen Fiction~PARAGON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE: PHASE 4, BOOK 2~ *This novel serves as the 2nd novel of Phase 4 and a sequel to "Lightspeed".* "My wayward daughter was an impudent fool for not wanting to follow in our footsteps.....and now, she has paid the ultimate p...
