Avery shrugged, his casual demeanor not budging. "Why not? They're trapped in a system that preys on their vulnerabilities. We could do something good for a change."
Ein struggled to keep his expression neutral. He wanted to laugh, but the weight of it crushed him. "You expect me to believe that's it?"
"Of course, there's more." Avery twirled the coin between his fingers, his eyes shining with shallow excitement.
He tossed the coin again, its gold surface gleaming. "The scopolamine they use. Powerful stuff. Messes with your head, erases memories, controls people's actions. That kind of product? Priceless in the right hands."
Ein felt his stomach churn. He had expected Avery to have an angle, but this? An aspiration to become a drug lord? The very thing they'd hunted down years ago?
