Chapter 27 (Act III): First & Foreman

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Ahhh.....it feels so damn good to be back on the road again! Hello, everyone, my name is Ariel Axilas, and welcome back to yet another chapter of my second novel, "Lightspeed: Drug Detectives"! Last time, Erica and I learned about the existence of the Solionite Mines from the Paragon Herman, which is apparently the site of the material of the same name likely used by the Celestial Syndicate to spike their cannabis's capabilities up to ungodly levels. It's probably what makes the Syndicate's cannabis more potent and fulfilling than regular cannabis from other cartels.....those fuckers really don't give a shit about peoples' well-being, do they? Just money, profits, and enabling others' habits. Oh, and giving illegal aliens who try to come to America to genuinely seek out a better life a bad name. Poor Isabela.....

But that's why my friends and I are going to destroy the Syndicate. We're going to fuck them up so severely that they're still going to be feeling it even after they've been placed in their GRAVES! .....Okay, no, not really. Honestly, I don't intend to kill anyone from the cartel, even though they were indirectly responsible for killing their runaway heiress Isabela. I'm just going to injure them. Very, very, very badly. And then they're going to get arrested, charged, sentenced, placed behind bars, and then I'm going to walk up to those bars and mockingly say "Hmmm, that was easier than I thought!"

.....At least that's what I had in mind. Who knows? Maybe the author could've already written the entire Celestial Syndicate to get killed off. Brought to absolute ruin. But only time will tell, yeah?

Anyway, the chapter ended with Herman bringing Erica and I to the entrance of the Solionite Mines, which is located relatively deep beneath the surface of the Dominican Republic's capital of Santo Domingo. Herman obviously has his bulletproof vest, heat signature-detecting visor, and M1 Carbine, while Erica now has both a crowbar and a sledgehammer, both of which she got from Celeste's van when the fortunetelling fucker tried to drown our asses. Lastly, I obviously have my absolutely stellar super speed.....and I don't know about you, but after the author healed my right leg after quite a few chapters of me languishing in pain, I am raring to go!

It's time to officially take our first steps towards dismantling the Syndicate! Come on.....you should join us! Three.....two.....one.....GO!

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-Solionite Mines, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic-

Throughout my entire life, I, Lightspeed, have smelled a lot of smells. The fumes contained within a car's inner workings. The gasoline spilling from a nozzle. The fresh "new car smell" they always tell you about. The exhaust from a dying car. The air fresheners I often use in my vehicle.

.....A lot of the smells I've smelled have to do with cars, now that I think about it. Guess that comes naturally with being the star worker of your family's auto repair business.

I've also smelled crayons, markers, kicked-up dust, and the scent of flung-up grass courtesy of lawnmowers. I've sniffed breakfast pastries, new shampoo bottles, and even a skunk's spray during that one time when it wandered into my house's garage that one afternoon.

We don't talk about that day. I legit felt like I was getting nose-fucked from the inside out.

But a sprawling mine filled with mineral deposits of a substance that smells like lemons? It's completely new to me!

But it's not just my nose that's at work. My ears are at attention, too! And that's 'cause the Paragon Herman is still talking.....to both me and my best friend Erica Shields!

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