Lightspeed: Drug Detectives

Chapter 24 (Act III): Drown, Drown, Drown Your Car

Hello, everyone! It's Ariel Axilas again, and welcome back to another chapter of my second novel, "Lightspeed: Drug Detectives"! Last time, after an entire night—yes, an entire fucking night—dragging myself across the sidewalks of Santo Domingo back to Celeste's Clairvoyance Shop from the drug junkies' apartment complex, I walk in and immediately collapse onto the damn floor; I'm literally that exhausted. Celeste, Erica, and Herman then take me onto one of the long couches to rest, and when Herman admonishes me for staying out so late—I did admittedly tell them that I'd be back relatively soon—I inform both him and Erica about everything I found at the apartment complex, including recipe papers detailing the mysterious ingredient "solionite" and the screenshots of the cannabis bag labels which I took using my phone. I also vent to them about my failed attempt to stop some kidnapping, though the in-universe version of myself isn't sure who was kidnapped or whether or not their kidnapping is connected to the Celestial Syndicate.

And then, as if I could handle getting hit by another metaphorical bus, I'm then informed that Marle went missing in the middle of the night, leaving my badass posse down a member. After going over a very convenient list of our issues—pursuing the Celestial Syndicate and the "solionite" lead, healing my right leg, and solving Marle's disappearance—Celeste puts forth an idea to focus on healing my right leg first, claiming that she knows an unorthodox doctor who could help me in record time without a cast. Of course, time is of the essence; it's already Sunday morning, and my initial thoughts were that I was going to successfully take down the Syndicate by the weekend's.....end.

It's looking real fucking unlikely now.

So, who was I to turn her down? The chapter basically ended with Erica and Herman carrying me to Celeste's vehicle—which looks like an awesome loading van with a galaxy pattern gracing the entire outer hull—at which point she also hops in and begins driving us to this "doctor" of hers.

This time, well.....we're going to see where we get. Hopefully, she won't leave us floating up the creek without a paddle. Let's get to it!

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-Enroute to Santo Domingo Cruise Port, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic-

Well, now.....welcome back, everybody. I've been Lightspeed. I'm still Lightspeed. And I will most likely continue to be Lightspeed. But I probably won't be Lightspeed for too much longer if we don't heal my fucking right leg soon!

Ugh. Whatever. The fact of the matter is that we're trying to tackle at least three loose ends now.

First, we obviously need to continue trailing the Celestial Syndicate, because the weekend's coming to a close. It's now Sunday morning, and if I want to accomplish my self-appointed goal of bringing down the entire Syndicate in one weekend.....then I need to fucking hurry. I already shared the "solionite" ingredient I learned about at the apartment complex, and I've shared the cannabis bag labels with the rest of the team; Herman's also started to do a search regarding the new clues.

They'd better hurry, 'cause I'm not about to fail at this. Besides, I've got class at MIT again starting tomorrow, and I can't miss that! I swear to God, I've been doing so well up until this point! Keeping my grades up, going to class on time.....and here I am, with my right leg practically being on fire and me failing to stop a robbery despite my super speed.

I must be dumb as hell.

Secondly......here's a hint. I mentioned it when I mentioned our first concern. .....That's right! My right leg that honestly feels like it's been laced with fire from Dante himself. I'm literally not going to be able to run—super speed or otherwise—until it's fixed up, so.....should we prioritize this first, actually? I think we should. We're prioritizing it right now, so it's all good.