Wheeling and Dealing

Wessel drove the car slow as he moved through the more urban area of town borrowed eyes scanning the corners. He tried to keep his vision sharp in the dusk of the setting sun. Not his police vehicle though right now he was in his civilian one. An old somewhat beat up green low rider from when his host decide it was the coolest car in the world and he had to have it. The Yeerk personally was not found of the car at all simply keeping it out of maintaining his act of being Kevin not that he was being nice to his host or anything. Eventually after about fifteen minutes of silent searching and nothing to show for it his host decide to start a conversation.

{Look so I can't do the whole memory scan thing you do to me so what exactly are we looking for here?} Wessel just sighed already missing the quiet.

{We are looking for Tommy Deals.} He felt the almost itch like sensation of Kevin trying to cause their eyebrow to rise up.

{You mean the Tommy Deals we arrested, who then got a Yeerk put in his head, and the Sharing has go to schools to talk about not doing drugs while also scouting out new hosts? Or is this some a different Tommy Deals and on a separate note is he related to the used car sales guy?} Wessel resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes while driving.

{Look I heard last time I was in the pool from some others that his Yeerk Delias 753 might have decided to continue his hosts old career on the side. If anyone is good for our first lead on this new drug it is going to be them.} It seemed like from their perspective only a few short seconds before they found their target leaning against a street light post. Dark skin mostly hidden by a dark green hoodie, blue jeans, black sneakers, somewhat pudgy, shorter than Kevin, though the weird part was what almost looked like cardboard fins attached to the hood and elbows of his top. Wessel pulled up to the sidewalk a bit of a distance from him and got out walking towards the other controller. His lit up though not with recognition but opportunity.

"Hey there you look like the type that could use a bit of relax…." He stopped now noticing who it was approaching him. "… aw fuck man come on man can't you just turn around and not act like you've seen me here? I'm just trying to earn a bit of extra cash what I do to piss you off this time?" Wessel rolled his eyes and went up to the shorter man and poked his chest with a finger.

"You mean besides the fact you are dealing again or the blades on your again? Really I'm curious which one you think I'd not be mad about Delias?" The one in question looked away and self-consciously rubbed his left elbow.

"Look I just kind of miss the old body at times. Some of us aren't as in love with human bodies as you are." Wessel glared at him and grabbed his arm twisting it upwards.

"How about you just be quiet unless I ask? Look I'm not going to report you or anything. Frankly I don't care what you are doing this is all off the record." Delias, while trying to ignore the pain in his arm, looked straight up confused at what he was saying. Wessel just kept a hold on the arm and looked him the eye.

"What I need is anything you got on a new drug called Brown Sugar Momma. Be honest for if it turns out you were lying to me I will personally recommending wines for the Visser to drink as he eats you." The drug dealer gulped and quickly went into a rambling explanation.

"Well I sure don't' have any to sell that is for sure. Never tried it I sell not partake you know? I mean heard some of us have been getting into it but none of them have been up to sharing. Hell no one that does it seems to want to share. Could be how prices are though. Not as many jobless types getting involved. Anyways almost no one knows who the dealers actually are. All cover their faces never get a good idea who they are like shadows man." Wessel gripped a little harder.

"Not too much useful so far Delias I know you are going to have something better than that for."

"Ok ok ok. Look there is a party coming up in the next month some trust fund son looking to make senator or something. Names William Woods he's getting a bunch of people to support him together. I sell to him sometimes but I heard he is going to bring some Brown Sugar Momma to it. Maybe next time I sell to him I'd recommend you as the person to bring in for the police vote?" Wessel smirked and let go of Delias' arm the other Yeerk quickly going to rub it and wince.

"Well thank you Delias be sure to do that. I'll be in touch." With that he just quickly turned on his heel and walked back to the car turning the key and driving away.

{So my constant companion slug do you think we can trust this guy? I mean Tommy Deals would sell out his only family… literally remember we arrested him trying to sell his cousin to those Russians.} Wessel just rolled his eyes and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

{Relax Delias might not be the perfect model of a loyal member of the Yeerk empire but he realizes it is better to not screw us over.} Kevin just gave a mental shrug.

{Alright then. So care to take a hungry officer after dinner you beautiful human lover?} Wessel just ignored Kevin's teasing squeezing the handle slightly but still did turn the car towards were they could find some food.