"This is your new space? Sheesh, lawyers are getting paid good these days. Maybe I should change career paths."
"You? A law enforcement?"
"Consider my feelings hurt."
"I prepared all the ingredients you gave me on the list. I don't exactly have a lab for you to work in, but the kitchen is clean and well-equipped."
"Don't worry, I'll manage."
Of course, I will manage.
I managed to build an empire with just some pathetic little pharmacy the old woman left behind.
I started selling formulas. Cheap knockoffs at first, stuff no one with a real lab would touch.
But junkies and thugs didn't care. All they wanted was something that worked fast and hit harder than anything on the legal market. I gave them that.
I pieced together chemistry from stolen textbooks and broken lab equipment. Dumpster diving became a part-time job.
Claus did nothing.
He was always somewhere behind me, whining and moaning about something, but not really doing anything.
