Participants: CripZ
RolePlay Story:
I was chilling at base, not doing much—just riding the quiet, waiting for something to happen. Then my phone buzzed. It was a call from the farmhouse we’d been renting for the grow op.
The voice on the other end sounded rushed. “We’re full. Like, packed. You gotta come through and clear some space.”
No time to waste. I got up, grabbed what I needed, and headed out.
The drive was uneventful—just trees, fields, and silence. When I got to the farmhouse, the smell hit me before I even stepped inside. They weren’t kidding. Bricks were stacked up, tight and heavy. No space left, not even on the racks. This batch was fresh, clean, and ready to move.
Didn’t say much—just nodded, loaded up, and bounced.
Back at base, I moved everything straight into storage. Quiet and fast. No hiccups. Got everything logged and locked away. Another clean run.
Sat down afterward, lit one, and let it all settle. Just another part of the business.
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