Meanwhile, Jessica, Annabella, Peace, Rachel, and Henry were huddled in the dim light of Rachel's dorm room, methodically wrapping small packages of drugs to be distributed to waiting customers. The faint hum of the overhead fan filled the room, but it did little to mask the tension hanging thick in the air. The mood was heavy with each person lost in their thoughts, too focused or perhaps too nervous to speak.
It was Peace who finally broke the silence, her voice hesitant but curious. "So… what's next after we're done wrapping these?" Her eyes darted between the others, clearly eager for reassurance. "Are we starting immediately?"
Jessica, ever the calculated leader, looked up from her work, her expression calm but sharp. "First things first," she began, pulling out a small, well-worn notebook. The leather cover was cracked from use, a testament to how seriously she took their little enterprise. "We need to establish clear roles."
