"Here, try this." A round recycled film canister containing a grayish power was shoved in fron of him.
"What is it?" The sight of the powder made hime cringe a bit. It looked sticky, a little too organic for his liking.
"Try it, I guarantee you will like it." Brad's friend, Zeke was the short haired, Armani suit wearing type. Short on words usually, but always full of surprises. The two went way back, past the wars. Willy was his commanding officer at one point, they were intellectual equals, but Brad wasn't too sure about this latest delivery.
Zeke produced a tiny gold soon, dipped it in the contained, brought it to one nostril and snorted suddenly. His face light up for a moment.
Brad's primal urges got the better of him. "Gimmie that!" He said as he ripped the spoon out of Zeke's hand. As he dipped the spoon he swore he saw fibers clinging, then he inhaled, it felt like wet cement.
Moments later as he was starring at the ceiling Willy came into view. "Whadda think? Good, huh?" Zeke looked at him mockingly. He heard someone enter the room, or did he? He was unsure. The room spun and other than feeling like he had no stomach, he felt great.
"I give it a seven!" He weakly tried to give a thumbs up. In fact he had no feeling from the neck down. He did discover source of the noise earlier though. Two large men also wearing expensive suits carried several film canisters to another part of the room.
"Be careful with those guys, I have to make a presentation in the capital in a week. I don't want that crap getting all over my seats like last time." Zeke lit a cigerette and put it between Brad's lips. The smoke helped, it brought him down a bit.
"The first buzz is always the best, but you will develop a resistance to it really quick, but I think we have a good, cheap abundant supply of what we need."
"Far out man," Brad mumbled. He did manage to withdraw the cigerette before ashes crumbled on his face. "This stuff is going to really sell. What is it?"
Zeke, uncharacteristically began to laugh out loud. The two ominious looking men laughed with him. "That is the kicker, we have been staring at this resource for thousands of years, and we never even realized that his gift horse was right under our noses.
"Pardon the pun," said one of the ominious men. The other poured himself a brandy.
"A most expendiable resource to be sure," he gulped the drink down.
Brad felt feeling return to his arms and back. He tried to lift himself up, failed. He did manage to roll on one side. "Come on guys, tell me what is it?"
Zeke crouched next to him, sipping a scotch. "I will tell you what it is, its hyhidrated human brains and that is where you come in."