Wade took a long draw on his joint as he peered out his window. He wasn't sure if the massive paranoia and anxiety he was feeling was homegrown, from the weed, or from the unfortunate situation that loomed in front of him. He had spent that past few hours looking up Outlaw motorcycle gangs, '1 percent' clubs that Nails was a member of. It had not been encouraging. These were not the kind of people he ever wanted to be in business with. People with guns, knifes, hammers and with plenty of eager members ready to use them. Even if everything ran smoothly with the operation and they met their quota with the club, these were inherently violent people. Sure, it was good in some ways to have their backing, but he had never entered business with the intention of ever being in need of that kind of muscle.
Wade took another hit of the joint and walked over to his computer, he had been looking up Nail's particular motorcycle club, the Satan's Breed. It had taken some searching but eventually he found Nails himself and his real name Anthony DeCarlo. He had done time for dealing back in the 80's but was released after ten years, refused to testify against other members of the club. He was a suspect in at least 10 homicides but the police couldn't find anyone willing to testify against him. Had done two tours in Vietnam with the marines, and joined the breed after coming home. The documentary also mentioned that a few years after Nails was released, several members the club who had testified against the club and were living in witness protection were found killed. The FBI questioned nails about the murders but each time he had an alibi and they had to evidence to link him to the scene. The last one was killed in 2005. The documentary was a few years old but it listed Nail's as Vice President of the Satan's breed. They had chapters across the Northeast and the Midwest with roughly 500 members strong. These were not people you walk away from, though Wade knew.
Wade closed the browser and put the joint out in his ashtray. So this was a guy who could kill you and easily get away with it, he knew Nails had killed those people, at least the documentary seemed to think so. Also he had seen firsthand what he was capable of. But now he also knew that an army of similarly minded individuals behind him. Still it could be a chance to make a whole lot more money, Wade knew, but of course a bigger operation, more money, more risk. One problem, as he saw it, was that it was highly unlikely that the only thing they would have him slinging would be Ganja. From what he he learned from his research the Breed was heavily into methamphetamine, using and dealing. It didn't seem like Nails was on it when they had met but on the other hand he hadn't met many meth heads. They would need some kind of space, what he had in his house was not enough for what they had in mind. A warehouse maybe, or maybe a whole house to just fill with plants. That had been his dream since he was 17 and had first started growing bud. He had saved a few seeds from a good strain that he had gotten and found a good spot in the woods never a river. He had watched the spot all summer, careful not to go back too much, enough to check on the progress to make sure no animals were eating them. When he finally harvested them at the end of September
he found himself bursting with joy, and it was also when he made his first mistake. He told a few of his friends about the harvest he had brought in, before he had a chance to dry and cure it, and a couple days later a few of those same 'friends', came to his house when he was gone and stole them from the garage he was hanging them in. It had taught him a valuable lesson, keep your fucking mouth shut. He never figured out which was one his friends took his plants, but he never made the same mistake.
Wade also learned another lesson, have fewer friends. With the operation he had going the less people you interact with the better and he had learned to enjoy the solitude for the most part. Most people were not really worth knowing, he had come to determine. Nails had mentioned that he would 'Cut us in,' what would be our cut? he wondered? 20, 50? it was hard to imagine that the club would cut them in for anything more then 50 and that seemed generous. On the other hand he hadn't known any Outlaw Motorcycle club members firsthand, and Nail's seemed different somewhat. He was more polished then one would think, almost seemed reasonable. But it was all a facade. This guy has killed people. It would be foolish to think of him as any less dangerous then his record. His phone rang, it was Alex, 'Hey.' Wade said. 'What's going on, hey what are you doing?' 'Just sitting here buzzed why?' 'We want to show you this place let me text you the address.' 'Ok.' Wade replied. Alright, time to do some stuff.
The moon was shining bright as he turned onto the dark dirt road, the only road left on which to go. He had followed his GPS down the highway for about 20 minutes off another exit through a small town and eventually down the dirt road, they could easily kill and bury us here, Wade thought as he came to a clearing at the end of the road where a small warehouse stood. Has potential, Wade thought as he got out of his car, 'Hey, what's up man?' Alex said as he walked toward the building in the moonlight. 'Not much, just hanging out watching youtube documentaries.' 'What about?' Alex asked as they walked into the warehouse. 'Ill tell you later.' Wade replied as he stepped into the darkness. The light came on as they entered. It was about ten feet high and 30 feet long. Easily enough to accommodate several trays. 'What do you think gardener? Looking good?' Nails stood in the middle of the room. He was wearing his colors and from a quick glance wade could make out that he was now club President. Moving up in the world, Anthony, Wade thought. Wait don't call him that. 'Looks like something we can work with.' Wade replied. 'Trust me It'll be great you'll be out here, doing your'e thing, you'll have everything you need. And you can know that the club has your back.' 'Out here? For how long?' 'My investors are not interested in supplying the funding for the operation if it is not at least worth their while. The main thing that club doesn't want or need is heat from the cops. So I need to minimize violence. I fucked those kids up mainly to send a message but for the most part the club will not interfere with you as long as you fulfill your quota.' 'How much?' Wade asked. '20 pounds a month.' 'And what is our cut?' A faint glimmer of a grin crossed Nails face and he replied, '60-40 our favor. I think that's decent.' Wade said nothing as he looked over the vast empty warehouse, his dream come true.
'We'll bring in the equipment and lights tomorrow plus the clones, we'll give you enough to get started, plus were going to be sending you a couple people to help you get up and running. You can come and go as you please as long as you meet your quota-ten pounds a month.'
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