Disciple

“Here, locally, we had a kid who would peddle our weed. He knew his stuff, he was stealthy enough not to get caught by rookies know?
Anyways, one of his customers would come very close to him and start working for him. And every day they would meet, exchange the goods, and do the job. After 3 whole months of this, they racked up some solid cash and thought they would spend it somewhere, and have like a trip of celebration.
We would usually know all of their movements, where they go, when they go, who were their customers, all of that. But after 2 hours of their ride, they ditch the car and all of their devices. Some cash and about 200g of weed. The unit gets to the highway, finds the car, and reports back to us. We go “Oh, to hell with it” and get into a car. We drive and drive, and go around where they are supposed to be, but just can’t find them. We were about to quit it when all of a sudden a large SUV stopped right in front of us. Full-kitted-out troops with the newest equipment point their rifles at us. 20 minutes later we are charged with organized crime, conspiracy to smuggle drugs, and all the fun stuff. So there we were, sitting in a foreign cell awaiting our trial. Haha, that was sure a trap we had gotten ourselves into back then.
Anyway, the story doesn’t end there. Some strings get pulled and we are deported back home. Now we were expected to face trials here, but none of that ever came. We get thrown out of the force with someone else dealing with delinquency, or as we like to call it the “money pool.”
But the thing is, never again was that kid seen again. Looks like he did the work and got away with it. If you are in the business, you know that’s not possible, at least not for them.
But that other one… He went on to operate for a whole of 2 years after that and was never even caught. He kinda revolutionized what it was like to peddle weed back then. He upped the prices, with an extreme tourism boom made a lot of money, and then after 2 years disappeared. Some druggies who were chought said they know what he looks like, but were not willing to give up that information.
One of his runners got caught and put in an interrogation room for 14 hours, and he didn’t say a thing. At 2 am he runs out of the police station with the bag of confiscated goods. Labeled baggie and all.
We had a different beast to deal with.”