"Corner Gas"
So, having survived multiple purifications by the indie narco gang your treated like one of us now. Don't trade, let the cabbie gangs do it...
We traded for you... We make for you...
Punks. How can I be one of them when I can't join their gang. I can't profit from hurting people like they do.
So, I don't call the police enough. It's a tape that says call the police. I call the police automatically. Don't need to say shit.
Cuz criminals get police. Makes perfect sense.
The staff is pretending they're doing no security work, but they still use the surveillance equipment. Cameras, door loggers, access control, etc.
Guards do nothing. No records, unless the staff wants to get rid of you, then it's secret orders and records for problems.
They can all get security licenses. It's cheap and easy. But they all have criminal records...violence and narcotics...two big no's for working with vulnerable people.
So, corruption goes on. Two gangs fighting for this facility. But there's another women's shelter that the indie narcos want...
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