First of all, to punish Helen, I'm going for the good old trusty level 1 intimidation. She has been good for FAM for years until now... I certainly realize she only strayed because the TOP DOG is away. Hopefully now she'll know there's a new TOP DOG in the DOGHOUSE, keeping the throne warm. and that he means business, too.
Now on to the next problem... one by one the potential buyers come around... what do I do?
GEORGE - As soon as he knocks on the door, glancing around over his shoulders in paranoia, with crusted snot and blood on his nostrils, I know this man is no cop; no, he's in real deep in the drug slanging world, and he's real deep into "tasting" his own product. I sell him 20 KILOS right off the bat. I suspect an entire 2 KILOS go to his face and that he'll be back for more after unloading the rest.
PAUL - This man strikes me as a potential officer of the law. Knowing there is a narc on the way, when Paul asks me "how much you got? I'll take it all" I tell him I don't know what he's talking about and he's probably got the wrong house. He pushes it a little, saying a little bird told him this was the place to be, and he's got several hundred thousand burning a hole in his pocket. I hold my line. Looking disappointed he walks off. Not worth the risk.
KURT - This guy is a wealthy businessman, looking to re-up his supply of cocaine for the coming year, to provide for himself (of course) and all of his senior vice presidents at his hedge fund. He presents himself with confidence and I find him trustworthy. After a bit of professional haggling, he takes 20 kilos - he and his buddies love their yak.
JAMES - This man is an ex Deadhead who still follows the festival circuit. He's come to be known in his circles as "Frosty the Blowman", and he usually supplies most of a music festival with coke, at what spunions consider great prices... of course his markup seems excessive when you're deep in the game. Regardless, I have no problem selling him 50 KILOS, and with a "love and light" he's on his way.
MARK - As soon as Mark approaches the door, I can tell he's the pig. First of all he literally looks like a pig which tends to be a dead giveaway, there must be something in the water at the police academy because most of them get that "cop" look. He seems nervous and keeps glancing over at a certain van parked on the street. When he asks "how many kilos of cocaine" I have, without even using a code word, I resist the urge to smash in his piggy cop face. Instead, I tell him I have no clue what he's talking about and shut the door in his face.
ADDENDUM: It occurs to me that Paul was probably innocent (or guilty depending on which side of the table you sit)... Mark was the cop, but I still don't try to get back in touch with Paul. Plenty of buyers already and you never know, there could be more than one cop on the prowl, my intel could be incomplete. Something still doesn't sit right with him.
FRANCES - She appears to be a soccer mom, but secretly she's the biggest supplier to desperate housewives in the wealthy suburbs. I know this because we've done business before. It's rather staggering how much product she moves, on account of her wealthy clients who need a little excitement around the house while their husbands are working all day (some of them work for Kurt). I sell her 100 KILOS of the finest Columbian angel semen and she's on her way to distribute it.
SHAWN - Shawn's the biggest cokehead around and everyone knows it. He absolutely fiends the stuff and does a quarter ounce a day, no problem. He inherited millions from his grandparents and all he does is sit around and snort and inject blow and sometimes turns it into crack and really goes on a bender. It's quite sad, but hey, I'm a high level drug dealer, what do I care? I sell him his usual 30 KILOS and send him on his way. Only 30 kilos left, this has been a hell of a profitable day.
JIMMY - He's the undisputed champion of the underground bare-knuckle boxing scene around here, and his nose has been broken so many times he can't even snort his yayo anymore. But he'll take it any way he can, smoked, IVd, rectally, he even eats the stuff, says it's less efficient but it lasts a lot longer and is more steady. Anyway he can afford to, because he also supplies it to the entire underground boxing scene as well as various other circles. Typically before a match, he and his opponent both do a bunch so they can keep going much longer and feel less pain. He takes the remaining 30 KILOS.
And that's all, folks!
