NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Sorry for the crappy intro, I did not have time to think up of a more creative introduction..

IC:

The port city of East Veron, This large city east side city was the stronghold of Barlucchi Cabal the second most powerful crime cabal within Rastoria. The Barlucchis had long developed it’s roots into organized crime in the docks and warehouses along the ocean. The docks and harbors were all in the Barlucchis “sphere of influence” and that influence had only gotten stronger over the years. They controlled the local dock workers Unions that serviced to the dock hands and dock workers giving the Barlucchis influence over several million workers along the waterfronts. This control had also giving the Barlucchis the ability to trafficking in various illegal drugs and arm shipments that have now become vital to the Syndicate’s power outside of the country.


The East Veron docks were on an “unofficial” alert for a stranger that was to meet the Council of Rastoria. The fearsome commission of the five cabal Bosses that controlled all organized crime within the country. The local dock goons and dockhands had all been given orders to report their local foreman if they encountered any strangers in a boathouse trying to dock on their local waterfront.

The smell of fish and putrid sea air was becoming a common sight for anyone near the docks around this time of day. It was well into the afternoon and the dockhands were all working on moving shipments of fish and other more illegal cargo into their processing stations to load them up onto large trucks for transportation to their local warehouse for proper storage. It was taking some time to move the crates of fish and in some cases barrels of cocaine. The local IIB inspectors had already been bribed to prevent them from inspecting the wrong merchandise. It was yet another day along East Veron’s water fronts…


The Foreman of this dock crew was a large well built man with muscles bulging from each arm. He had been a dockworker all his life and he was now foreman of his crew. He looked at the IIB inspectors and noticed a man dressed in a black leather jacket wearing black tinted sunglasses handing over a large wade of cash into the Inspector’s hand . The inspector a small wiry man wearing a brown trench coat whom looked physically weaker than the thug smiled and left the area. His cohorts followed him as he left silently away from the docks.


The Foreman smiled and thought silently that the Barlucchis were working their magic again on the waterfront. They were the ones that really controlled the action and now they were giving orders to him and his fellow dockhands to wait for some foreigner from another organization to dock. The foreman grimaced and thought about the possibilities of the Barlucchis expanding to other nations. It personally frightened him that their organization was strong enough to branch out like that…..

The small vessel sailed into sight of the city. A quick survey of the shores revealed that the local brain trust had been put on alert.

Claude stood at the deck of the small vessel wearing only his pants. His chest was covered in tattoos and what appeared to be cigarette burns, with two of the small ovals on his right arm. The most distinguishing feature was the image of a bull's head with a large ring around it--obtained from time he spent at Bull Halo, one of the three infamous labor camps where the few that chose a life of crime were "rehabilitated" by undertaking profitable and dangerous tasks with the the majority of the funds earned going to the state.

Claude, instead of pursuing legal aims, opted to return to his original line of work and not get caught this time. He pulled a tie-dye shirt he had made, portraying an odd swirl that reminded him of his first experience with mescaline. He then put on his army coat, with "DECELL" still embroidered in the jacket.

The ship itself hid nothing--showing all of its history through scars and weather damage across the hulls. It hid nothing except for two mounted 40 mm cannons and a water mine deploying compartment hidden in the rear.

Decell's ship lurched stubbornly through the waters toward the nearest vacant dock with people on it. Closer observation hinted that they might be dockworkers. DeCell knew a moment like this could be awkward, since they could be the thugs sent to bring him before the mafiosi he was supposed to meet. Deciding to take the direct approach, he yelled ,

"Oy! If its your job to tie up ships, y'mind givin' me a hand and if it ain't, y'mind finding me the one's who have the aforementioned job?"

The small vessel sailed into sight of the city. A quick survey of the shores revealed that the local brain trust had been put on alert.

Claude stood at the deck of the small vessel wearing only his pants. His chest was covered in tattoos and what appeared to be cigarette burns, with two of the small ovals on his right arm. The most distinguishing feature was the image of a bull's head with a large ring around it--obtained from time he spent at Bull Halo, one of the three infamous labor camps where the few that chose a life of crime were "rehabilitated" by undertaking profitable and dangerous tasks with the the majority of the funds earned going to the state.

Claude, instead of pursuing legal aims, opted to return to his original line of work and not get caught this time. He pulled a tie-dye shirt he had made, portraying an odd swirl that reminded him of his first experience with mescaline. He then put on his army coat, with "DECELL" still embroidered in the jacket.

The ship itself hid nothing--showing all of its history through scars and weather damage across the hulls. It hid nothing except for two mounted 40 mm cannons and a water mine deploying compartment hidden in the rear.

Decell's ship lurched stubbornly through the waters toward the nearest vacant dock with people on it. Closer observation hinted that they might be dockworkers. DeCell knew a moment like this could be awkward, since they could be the thugs sent to bring him before the mafiosi he was supposed to meet. Deciding to take the direct approach, he yelled ,

"Oy! If its your job to tie up ships, y'mind givin' me a hand and if it ain't, y'mind finding me the one's who have the aforementioned job?"


The Foreman and his boys got the message quickly as they heard the man mention a job and his look was obviously foreign. The Foreman looked at his crew and gave a commanding grunt to get his men to help tie the boat down to the dock. The Foreman himself instead of supervising said, “I better tell the boss you have arrived.” The Foreman immediately runs off the dock towards the man dressed in the black leather jacket and points at Claude’s boat. The black clad man smiled in his black tinted sunglasses and started to approach the docks. He did not bring his friends that were also stationed at this harbor to avoid crowding on this on dock.


The obvious Barlucchi soldier welcomed Claude to Rastoria in a friendly but heavily accented English dialect. He looked at the Foreman and dismissed his crew after they had finished doing their duties on this part of the dock. They left in a quick fashion indicating they did not want to anger this man. The Foreman was the last to leave the scene he took one last look at the Claude and nodded his head to the Barlucchi soldier. The soldier waved him off it seemed to indicate that the Foreman would receive a reward for doing his duty…

The Barlucchi thug started to talk after the dock crew had vacated the premise, “My friend, I must take you to one of our warehouses to meet our boss. He will escort you to the meeting in New Rastoria.”

Claude looked around at the crew that scattered. Generally a reassuring sign that the docks were in one person's pocket, or at least for the time being, however it was unnerving to be alone. He did take comfort in the fact that there was no reason to kill him now, since it would be the best way to send a message to Cassius, and that would warrant an appropriate response.

Because of his training in the Siapian Army, Claude showed no sign of discomfort. "Very well. Can you fill me in on the specifics as we walk?" He said, the edges of his mouth hinting a smile.

OOC: Last Post for tonight….

IC:

The Barlucchi thug smiled broadly and replied in his best attempt at the English language, “The Boss Emilio Barlucchi has offered to be your escort to the meeting. This is crucial for your personal protection from the local authorities. The IIB despite its greed for our graft has no qualms about nailing outsiders and foreigners they suspect are poaching on our territory. If you are personally escorted by the Boss you will be seen as some guy on the make. That will keep the cops away from you. We must however get to central warehouse complex to meet our Boss and test you to make sure you aren’t wired."

The Barlucchi thug smiled at that last part as two other thugs dressed in the same black style outfit followed behind Claude. It was a clear indication they did not quite trust him yet. They headed away from the waterfront out towards the streets. The gate guards looked at the Barlucchi thugs and did not even ask for identification. They walk over to a Black Fleetwood Cadillac. The lead Barlucchi thug went towards the driver seat and one of his associates opened the door on the back left side. The other thug took shotgun and the one that held the door open took his seat on the right side of the car. They began driving away from the docks at toward the Warehouse district of town. It was a very close to the waterfront to make transportation of goods easier for the cargo trucks that drove back and forth from the docks to the warehouses….

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm curious as to whom you fear. Who would I wear a wire for? You obvious control the show here, and its not like interpol can go marching in without your government's permission." Like any old criminal organization, some habits were hard to break he thought as he half-heartedly waited for an answer.

OOC: Never mind, I can make a few more posts before dinner...

IC:


The Barlucchi soldier at the wheel of the car merely looked up at the mirror and looked at Claude. His black tinted sunglasses made it hard to read his facial expression. He sighs and replies in a matter of fact statement, “The word on the street is that our Bosses want to expand into other countries to cool the jets of some of the up and coming guys on the make. It is no big secret that here in this country we run the show but in other countries we are not as all powerful as we want to be. In the meeting you will be face to face with some of the most powerful men in the business. We have to be sure you are really from Cassius and not some Siapian agent trying to investigate our activities and trying to find names and places of some of our overseas assets.”

The black caddy continued towards the docks going just under the speed limit to avoid unnecessary attention. The cops seemed to be strangely absent from this part of town as they entered the warehouse complex. The complex had a large brick wall that surrounded the area, They also had armed guards along the gates armed with automatic weapons. The black caddy pulled up to the gate and the guard and the driver talked to each other in Sicilian for a few minutes. The gate opened and the caddy continued deeper into cabal’s heart territory.

Claude grunted. "You are wise to fear Siapian Intelligence. We have enough moles in the Siapian Intelligence Network that we should be running it, yet they are still the ones who continuously cost us the most men and money. There is a man, Specialist Paul Kesson, who works for said Network. He is the most dangerous man I have ever met. Even though we had a mole in his team, he was still able to catch us with our pants down and capture one of our most valuable assets. I swear I personally put a bullet in his head myself, yet I saw him with my own eyes the next day lecturing on military history at Esmund University. He is the devil himself."

The Barlucchi thug had been staring at the road and looked back up at the mirror to reply, “If this guy is giving your organization that much trouble. I know some guys that can “deal” with him provided Cassius is willing to pay a decent sum for the job.” The other thugs in the car laughed at the hinting joke. It was no secret that the Barlucchi cabal had some pretty efficient executioners. The car finally stopped at the middle warehouse marked number 13. The thugs quickly exited out of the vehicle and one of them opened the door for Claude.

Claude laughed at the joke for entirely different reasons, specifically recalling when three men with guns were sent to kill him when he was unarmed, and then the three men being returned dead. Claude didn't feel the need to explain it at the time.

Claude exited the car, eagerly looking forward to meeting Barlucchi

The Barlucchi soldiers walked toward the front door of the warehouse. It was guarded by a single guard wielding a submachine gun. The submachine gun was an Uzi and the guard seemed to be on the alert. It would seem he was already notified that guests would be arriving and he waved at the Barlucchi thugs that headed towards him.


They waved back and one of them said hello as the others entered the building. The guard eyed Claude carefully but did not interfere with him entering the building. The inside of the warehouse was huge and contain large storage crates. The place was also full of guards dressed in black suites and ties. They also had black tinted sunglasses and were all armed with various weapons from pistols to assault rifles.

The Captain of the crew walked over and dismissed the three thugs that had escorted to Claude to the warehouse. The Captain introduced himself as Peter Puzini and then ordered two of his guys to frisk Claude for weapons and to scan him for a wire. They took out portable transmitter to scan for any signs of a wire recording. They also asked him to take his shirt off to get a look at his chest and back…

Claude took off his jacket and his shirt, tossing them on the floor. The only thing he wore was his old dog tags and a small medallion with a pair of hands shaking and a pair of daggers crossed behind the hands. He absently minded scratching his tattoos and the brand on his back.

"I'm clean. Do I need to show you guys anything more?"

The Captain smiled and said, “The transmitter is not detecting anything. I think we can safely assume you are clean. I suggest putting your shirt and jacket back on. The Boss is going to meet you in his office upstairs." The Captain pointed up toward the flight of stairs that lead towards the second story of the warehouse. Their was a large room that had bullet proof glass windows and at least five guards around the room defending the area.

Captain Peter Punzini heads towards the stairs looks over his shoulder and said, “Lets get going the Boss is anxious to meet you and give you the low down on the coming meeting.”

OOC: I need to sleep soon, so this might be my last post of the night

IC: Claude picked up his shirt and put his jacket back on. Looking around at all the guards he said quietly, "Either you guys are very paranoid for people who own this place, or your just flattering me."

OOC: Goodnight…

IC:

Captain Puzini began heading up the stairs about halfway up he replied to Claude’s question, “The Cabal has to have a lot of security in it’s own compound. We have many enemies that would like to kill our boss and destroy our faction.” The Captain takes a second to think about what he said and adds rather poetically, “heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Captain Puzini than began to further go up the stairs only pausing to allow Claude to catch up…..

Claude followed eagerly up the steps, impatient for the meeting to begin.

Captain Puzini quickly went up the stairs and hurried Claude into the heavily guarded room that served as the Bosses office. Emilio Barlucchi was a big man easily in his mid to late thirties. He was dressed in a black business suite with a long black tie and had on a black fedora hat with a small feather to decorate his hat. He might of looked a little silly but the two thugs that were next to him were hardly a laughing matter. These men were large and muscular brutes dressed in black leather jackets and wearing the ceremonial black sunglasses. Emilio was sitting at his desk looking over paper work and if one were to noticed he had a 9MM Berretta pistol right within his right arm’s reach.


Emilio Barlucchi looked up at Captain Puzini and then at Claude. Captain Puzini gives a confirming nod to his Boss. Emilio stands up and in a warm voice welcomes Claude, “Welcome to Rastoria, I am sure you already know who I am and what my job is here.” Emilio was always cautious when speaking to outsiders, it was a habit that had served him well over the years as Boss of the Barlucchi cabal.

Captain Puzini looked to Claude and said, “The Boss will take care of you the rest of the way. I have to go back to my post.” Captain Puzini begins to head out of the office toward the stairs that would lead him to the main floor of the warehouse. Emilio Barlucchi then adds, “Okay let’s get down to business, The Bosses are all meeting at the capital of New Rastoria. We will be discussing about the relationship between our two organizations and seeing what sort of arrangements we can make business wise. This meeting is usually only witnessed by the Bosses and people that are vouched by a Boss. I have personally agreed to vouch for you in this matter. I am therefore held accountable for your actions at said meeting. I must therefore instruct you on what is considered proper behavior when in the presents of the Bosses.” Emilio after a brief second adds, “I know this may seem a little formal and touchy on the rules but our organization has survived because of this strict guidelines and we intend to stay operational for a long, long time.”

"I will do my best to accommodate your organization's nuances, if in the future you will do your best to accommodate the nuance's of Cassius's outfit. I realize that I am an outsider and likely to be regarded as a severe threat. I have seen people in my own organization lose their lives because of the errors of those they vouched for.

"I will tell you one thing up front is that, for the time being, I will be the only link your organization has to Cassius. If anything should happen to me, there will be no link between our separate organizations. And I have a condition I feel it would be best to divulge in front of you first. It is and forever shall be impossible to contact my employer directly. Unless he seriously begins to trust you, he will either send messages via proxies or communicate through me."

"Now, what do I specifically need to know about the meeting?"

Emilio smiled and replied, “It seems we have an understanding of each other. I can safely assure you that we shall honor the nuance’s of Cassius’s outfit. If he wants to be a recluse in his business that is his affair. We have no intentions of pushing him to contact us directly provided he honors his part of any deals we make via his proxies.

I will now tell you that as for the meeting we have a few rules that need to be covered. The first rule is all you see, and hear, and say, in the meeting is strictly private. If you mention anything that comes from this meeting to anyone outside of the organization. It will be an automatic death sentence.

The second rule is no writing anything down or bringing notes to the meeting. We can’t afford to have written records of these affairs that could fall into the hands of the various law enforcement officials.

The third rule try not to insult anyone or pick a fight with any of the Bosses. We need our organization united to prevent faction like infighting and the best way to avoid that is to keep everyone from trying to kill each other over personal reasons.”

Emilio takes a second to breath after his long winded speech about the rules. He looks at Claude to make sure he got the message….

"Naturally. This meeting never happened. And there is no reason to start a fight."

Emilio replied, “I think you understand the basics about how this is suppose to go. I think it is safe to assume you are ready to meet the other Bosses. We have a long drive to New Rastoria.”

Emilio quickly grabs his gun and his guards follow behind him. One of his thugs opens the door for the group as Emilio allows Claude out first…

Following Barlucchi, Claude asked, "What specifically does your organization have in mind for expansion? What sort of businesses are you looking in to?"

Emilio Barlucchi waited to reached the bottom floor of the warehouse before giving his response to Claude’s question, “The Syndicate has quite a few rackets and businesses under it’s control. The current interests of our organization is protection services, running brothels, We also have some gambling, and we are in the disposal business if you know what I mean. We have some other interests like arms dealing, and insider trading, and fraud. We also deal in drugs and other contraband substances.”

Emilio takes a second to yell out, “Joey, bring the car around. We got to be leaving right now!”

The thug named Joey runs out of the warehouse toward the parking lot….

"Interesting. We control several weapons assembly facilities around the world. Mostly small arms, but some vehicles to. Sometimes an ambitious prick will lift something from the military and hawk it to us. My end of the organization deals with a lot of smuggling. Weapons, drugs, gems and prescious metals. The boss owns a large legal cannabis farm in Siap among a few other things. They are much more laid back about drugs there so my group makes all kinds of junk. We also deal with a lot of hijacking. One of the other bosses lifted a new sort of high tech metallic alloy used in spacecraft and we moved it fairly fast. If you ever get some interesting merchandise, let me know."

Emilio Barlucchi gave Claude a wolfish smile and said, “If we manage to get anything interesting we will be more than happy to let you know about it."Emilio then adds, “You see in Rastoria drugs such as cocaine, heroin, tobacco, and marijuana are classified as highly illegal for recreational use and thus the demand for them is high among the addicted masses in the slums. We are also starting to get into the loan racket and we are also starting to launder money for various unsavory types that earn their money illegally.”


A white limousine heads toward the Emilio and Claude and the driver Joey quickly halts the vehicle right next to the group. Emilio opens the door for Claude and gets in on the other side of the Limo. The Boss’s bodyguards run towards their own muscle cars and prepare to escort the Limo all the way to New Rastoria.

Entering the vehicle, Claude continued the conversation. "For some reason in Siap, many people have a natural tolerance to drugs so that they rarely develop severe addictions. Cannabis and weaker amounts of opium are legal, and hallucinogens can be found in certain liquors. For example, if you take Sun Tea, which is grown in Siap, and mix it with Pura Siapia Absinthe, also a Siapian product, and pour in Irish cream, you will hallucinate for at least an hour or two.

As such, heroin seems to be the universal poison, though there is a strong demand for MDMAs and psychedelics. Our group makes these, cannabis, hashish, heroin and several designer drugs--nightmare capsules of uppers, downers, screamers, shriekers, spinners, spewers and on and on. Some say its because Siap is so bleak that people take our junk to see pretty things for once.

The white limo began to leave the compound and head out to the main streets East Veron. Emilio Barlucchi continued the conversation after looking out the window to ensure no cops or hidden government vehicles were about, “Rastoria has a slight problem with drugs, The people in poor areas in the cities need something to spice up their bleak lives. I mean most of those people are out of work or being paid next to nothing for their hard work of construction, digging ditches, or robbing gas stations.

We just supply them with the items they want and need to feel better about their hopeless situations. We have been relying on our overseas crews to acquire the drugs for sell to our desperate homeland. The other problem we have is rival organizations keep trying to muscle in on our market both at home and overseas.”

The Boss’s bodyguards were still following the white limo at only two car lengths away from the Limo…

"That's funny. We've been looking for someone to offload our considerable surplus onto. We have our own fleet of merchant ships and our own aircraft. And our own protection. The beauty is that since drugs are a little more legal and regulated in Siap, its not like anyone can just muscle their way in. And if you ever need help washing money, we can probably make some arrangement for that also."

Emilio smiled and thought privately, “This could be an interesting business arrangement.” The Barlucchi boss finally said, “I think that could be an interesting proposal for the Bosses. We have been trying to find a stable supply of drugs and your surplus sounds like a good idea. The added advantage of not having to fight rivals for control of the source could also be cost effective for our organization.”

OOC: Siap do you want to fast forward to getting to the meeting?

"I've been authorized to make several offers, and I'll make my first one here. You tell us who not to sell to, and we'll send them home in small pieces. Apart from payin' for the goods, we require one of your services. There is a Siapian Freighter and we would like to redirect it to your shores. We need you to recover a crate labeled "machine parts" and hold on to it for us for a while. Our only condition is that it can't be opened. Can you handle this?"

OOC: Siap do you want to fast forward to getting to the meeting?

OOC: Let's get to it as soon as possible

Emilio smiled and said, “My cabal controls the waterfronts along East Veron. You send your freighter to my docks and my people will take care of your package. We will even store it in my little compound at the warehouse complex until your ready to retrieve it. I personally can vouch for the people that will protect your crate, these guys all know to leave items they retrieve alone or they face the consequences.”

Time Warp……..


The city of New Rastoria was huge compared to the dock city of East Veron. It was the heart of the nation of Rastoria and as such contained most of the wealth of the country. The city was home to all the rich and elite along with millions of disenfranchised slum dwellers that lived in the bad areas of the city. It was a crime lords paradise and it was run by the Garazoni cabal. The Garazonis were a tough outfit that managed to muscle their way to the top of the food chain in this city.


The leader of the Garazoni faction was a man by the name of “Big Boss” Tony Garazoni. The Garazoni outfit had long dominated as the most powerful cabal within the Syndicate. These guys ran the show from the political protection to the various executions that made headlines. The city was dark about this time and darkness covered the city.

The Barlucchi limo and his escorts pulled up to the first Rastorian National Bank. The largest bank branch in all of Rastoria. It was also secretly controlled behind the scenes by the Syndicate and served to “wash” the dirty money made by the many mobsters within the country.

Emilio Barlucchi exited out of the Limo and his bodyguards all got out of their vehicles. The area was surrounded by bank guards that seemed to be a little more beat up and rough looking than their profession dedicated. They also were armed with submachine guns and there were even snipers on the roof. The meeting was about to begin…..

Claude exited the limo but hung back slightly so that Barlucchi was ahead of him, but not so far back that it would draw a lot of attention. Claude chose to wait for Barlucchi to introduce him for fear of looking too forward. This was probably a delicate situation.

Emilio Barlucchi ended up speaking to the guards in Sicilian to avoid being overhead by possible innocent bystanders. The conversation was long and complicated but in the end the guards allowed Claude to enter the bank. The Barlucchi guards however stayed outside to guard the Boss’s limo.


Emilio motions with his right hand to get Claude to follow him inside the bank. The bank guards moved out of the way to allow Emilio Barlucchi and Claude to enter despite the fact the Bank was supposed to be closed for the night. The cops were also strangely absent at this time of night.

The bank doors were opened to allow Emilio and Claude to enter into the bank. Emilio looks over to Claude and said, “Okay, the meeting is going to be upstairs in the president’s room. The Bosses have converted it into a meeting room and we they have set up an extra seat for you.”

Emilio immediately heads inside the main business room of the bank. It was full of tellers booths and waiting signs. The area was vacant because of it being closed for the night despite the small army of guards outside. Emilio heads around a large back door and goes down a cement like hallway towards a large stair way that leads up to the president’s room.

Claude noted the security detail and the empty bank. It was not uncommon for large organizations to use facilities like this. He even remembered reading in The Godfather that the families of New York met in a bank similar to this.

While he knew he was not in any particular danger, or at least no new danger, however his anxiety slowly crept into his throat. Because of his military training, it would be impossible to tell his rising anxiety, however Claude felt compelled to ask, "Is it ok if I smoke in here?" following Emilio up the stairs.

OOC: Siap, I apologize for not replying in several weeks. I have been having a lot of RL issues to contend with.

IC:

Emilio smiled and replied, “The Bosses have no problems with smoking during these meetings. Half of the Bosses will probably be smoking and drinking with you at this meeting but remember don’t start lighting up in front of cops or out in public. The laws on recreational drugs are very heavy and possession could get you a year or two in the joint and then you would be deported back to Siap.”

Emilio was straight forward about the penalties of smoking and drinking out in the open. The country of Rastoria was maintained by a brutal zero tolerance policy on recreational drugs ranging from caffeine to heroin. This had created huge profit potential for the Syndicate and they exploited it from the smallest nickel and dime cigarette dealer on the street coroner to top narcotics men that ran huge umbrella organizations that sold their shipments to the thousands of night clubs and other Syndicate controlled fronts that provided safe havens for the millions of addicts all across the country.


The Emilio Barlucchi continued to walk all the way to the cement stairs and heads up to the second floor of the bank. The second floor was well furnished and seemed more expensive than the first floor. This area was mostly reserved for wealthy patrons of the bank. Emilio smiles and heads towards the door that is labeled President’s Room in golden letters. Emilio notices that two armed guards with Uzi submachine guns wearing bank guard uniforms are standing on each side of the door. They walked up to Emilio and began talking to Emilio in Sicilian.

OOC: No prob, however I may not be able to reply immediately. I'm going to be very busy for the next few weeks.

IC:

Claude lit up a cigarrette. He was completely amazed by the amount of control the government here thought they could have on drugs. Siap had long ago legalized cannabis, despite international drug hysteria, however many different psychedelics played an important role in the indigent Siapian culture, so a total crackdown would be impossible.


He stood back and watched Emilio converse with the guards.