17 The Russians

An overly decorated muscle car rolled into a seemingly deserted suburb in Stuart. It attracted all sorts of attention because of the appearance but the blind would turn their heads because of the deafening music being blasted in it. It was daytime so the people didn't seem to mind the noise but the appearance of the car and the two thugs in it spoke volumes of how much they cared about people’s opinion. The vehicle drove to the back of a hardware store at the end of the street. The back garage door of the hardware store slowly lifted and a man stepped out of the way to let the car enter. The car slowly vanished inside and there were only echoes of the bass left in the street. The interior of the hardware store was another story. Dozens of men ran around obeying orders of their superiors. Meth was being tossed around and packed in different sizes of plastic bags. It looked like a legitimate sweatshop with employees working a conveyer belt. The place was dimly lit. The employees carefu