The Station Master actually went on a big rant about how it was one thing to sell the drugs openly and another to sell it under the guise of something else.
He seemed so pissed that I was glad that we didn't tell him we were the original suppliers of the White Powder in the first place.
We had to wait for a good five minutes before he finally finished ranting to look back at us.
"I assume you know who is behind this?"
I hesitated for a moment, "We have our suspicions…"
"Tell me."
"We believe it's a gang called the Rattlers."
The Station Master went silent for a good few seconds before he inhaled and exhaled deeply.
"If it was any other gang doing this… Fuck… Is there anyway to get people off this 'salt' cooking without directly stopping them?"
