Lightspeed: Drug Detectives

Chapter 35 (Act IV): Confrontation At The Fortress

Hello, everyone! It's your girl Ariel Axilas again, and welcome back to yet another chapter of my second novel, "Lightspeed: Drug Detectives"! Last time, using the powers of friendship and teamwork, my best friend Erica Shields, the Paragon Herman, and myself were able to take down all four of the closed-roof ATVs guarding the Celestial Syndicate's next shipment of spiked cannabis bricks, which is currently being delivered by courier to its intended drop point.....the vicinity around the Fortaleza Ozama.

Herman shot out some tires, Erica smashed open some driver's side windows.....and the last ATV just had a really fucking stupid and inattentive driver, I guess. At any rate, it got totaled without any of the three of us needing to do anything. But alas.....we weren't able to stop the dark gray pickup truck right away, and it looks like it may be enroute to the fortress after all. We might just have to confront him and the buyer's associates there.....but what the hell? It'll be like killing two birds with one stone.

We seem to love using that metaphor lately.

But there's not a second to lose! This time, we bring this trade to a halt. Starting.....NOW!

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-Fortaleza Ozama, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic-

Well, now.....would you look at that. Right there, near the edges of the walls behind the Fortaleza Ozama, are the vehicles of the buyer and his companions, riding a series of unusually sleek and practically futuristic-looking cars for this place. No doubt the buyer got them by passing on his supply from the Celestial Syndicate and continuing on the cycle of substance circulation, not caring about the consumers' lives so long as he himself gets them fat stacks of dough in the process.

.....Or maybe he's just fucking loaded anyway and he's just decided to participate in this trade for shits and giggles.

Look, here's what I do know. He wants to get these harmful substances, and I, your friendly, foul-mouthed super speedy heroine Lightspeed, am not going to let him. And neither are my friends, Erica Shields and the Paragon Herman.

Look at that buyer just standing there.....in his fancy suit, spotless pants, and the few golden teeth nested inside his mouth. That high-class car and lazy eye.....surrounded by his "associates", who have similar outfits but no gold teeth. Their vehicles.....God, their vehicles. They've got tinted windows—as if that was going to help them avoid getting exposed—and.....let's just say that they really, really, really don't look like they should be anywhere around these kinds of things.

You know how certain people already give you a "vibe" the moment you see them? Like a "This guy is bad news and you should not let him near any dangerous substances or weapons" vibe? Or a "Don't let this guy touch any shit" vibe?

Well, he's about to touch some shit.....but thankfully, my super speedy self is both the scooper and the collection bag.

He and his cronies think they're going to meet an entire convoy of Celestial Syndicate-affiliated vehicles, right? The dark gray pickup truck with the spiked cannabis bricks and the four closed-roof ATVs defending it? Yeah. They think their deal's genuinely going to go off without a hitch. That there's nothing that can possibly happen to fuck this transaction up. That they're on top of the fucking world and that nobody can bring them down.

But little do they know.....it's their egoism and hubris that will bring them down.

.....Because they're bad guys, of course. It's bad for the villains to be overconfident 'cause it leads to their demise, but it's fine if the heroes are overconfident 'cause it makes us look like fucking bosses. Makes us icons. Inspirations. Idols. Walking self-confidence boosters for the little tots to look up to.