Clothed in our grief

Chapter Forty Eight

"Hey, I nearly got an arrow in the head. We've been training for a month straight, and this is the first time I go out and do something and then this happens? I don't even know what this is, I thought that type of thing was normal for you?" Lea asked, swinging her arms by her sides and sprinting to catch up to the tall muscular redhead in front of her. Running mostly on the tips of her toes to go faster to catch up with his open wide spaced strides.

"I should have waited longer, I knew something was off but I dind't think that's why I'd need backup." Abuse mumbled, more so to himself if anything. All the while he was walking her back to the main storage unit the two have been using as some type of base of operations. Lea's gotten the feeling that he works with several other people, but not always on a more personal 'Always go to' type of thing. Like, he'll get in contact if he really needed to. Lea's already picked up a lot of things about him, so much of it doesn't even make sense.

"Okay, but that literally does not explain anything at all. It's just a drug that's gaining a little popularity, big deal. Drugs do that! That's kinda what a drug does, man. What's the big deal? Is it like, a mix of heroine and meth combined with just a touch of LSD?" She replied, turning on the light as the large storage door was pulled downwards and shut. Plopping herself into the nearest wooden chair and sighing. Huffing a lock of black hair out of her face before pulling the black baseball cap off.

"If it's weed, I'm out. All weed does is make you hungry and reduces pain. Dude, if this is weed you're really working with the wrong person. I'm from Portland!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up and slouching back further. Abuse walked from the closed door and into the middle of the dimly lit room. Standing in front of a cork wall with pins pushed into it and pictures. Lacking the red yarn connecting points, obviously. But he seems to have everything working out.

"It's not. The first time it was being sold on the street, it was cheaper-"
"Wait, so it was less than ten dollars a gram? That's incredibly easy to come by." Lea was quick to cut Abuse off, using the only knowledge of buying drugs she has from her dad and that one time Mason made a bunch of really bad choices.

Wincing her eyes and waving a hand in front of her face,using her free hand to rake her fingers through her hair. She blew out an exhausted sigh, knowing full well that if something so cheap was so easy to get, it'd have been everywhere by now. And without her exactly knowing what it does, she doesn't take this too seriously and think of it as a real threat. But Abuse knows what the drug does, and why it's so dangerous.

"Something like that. But I know about the supplier now. Kobra, I have a friend who can help with that. He has a team and they're currently doing covert missions to find out more. What they found was that Kobra themselves aren't alone in this, and they have a silent partner that produces the main ingredient in Leviathan." Abuse said, putting his hands on his head and taking off his hat. Leaving his bright green eyes to be shown out of the darkness under his hat and to give Lea a better look at his face in the light. She usually sees him with the hat on at almost all times. She it's always kinda a moment whenever he takes off the hat. Why? Because he knows her name, he knows she's helping out because she has a personal reason, and he knows what she looks like. She doesn't even know what his actual name is, let alone why he looks like steroids on steroids.

"That guy said Levithan like two or three times, maybe it's not just the drug? We already know what the drug's name is called, so why would he waste time telling us what we already know." Lea asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. The storage unit is pretty small, but it's big enough for the two to sit down and talk. Or as Abuse likes to do, stand and stare at everything he already has put out on paper. Plans and information he's gathered in the past month.