Chapter 83 - 83: The Siege of Stupidity

After the military truck rattled back to Lieutenant Rudolphson's sector, Kian went through his usual routine. He sold his standard batch of "Voss Reserve" to Rudolphson's regulars at the "Distributor Rate" of 8 scrips per 100ml. The soldiers were eager to take the stock and head out to flip it for a profit in the other camps.

Once the "clean" business was done, Kian gathered Shiv and a few trusted men. They loaded up several crates of a very specific, "special" vintage and began the trek toward the encampment of Lieutenant Winchester.

This specific batch of amasec hadn't been filtered. It was laced heavily with the "Heads"—the high-proof, methanol-rich impurities from the first stage of distillation. To a human liver, it was liquid sandpaper. It didn't just get you drunk; it caused instant nausea, violent tremors, and a headache that felt like a bolt-shell to the temple.

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