Not enough for them to be on our radar. They gotta be selling something else. Something bigger.

[His conversation with Alex plays through his head, and he tries to recall why exactly his brother was concerned about these kids. They're harmless little brats.]

Alex said something about these guys pushing product that shouldn't be on the streets. Said to let him know if this and Mt. Monroe seem connected.

[It takes a few minutes more to get back to the apartment complex, and they pull into the lot and park. Dale doesn't intend on sticking around long. Just long enough to get the backpack open. Inside are five vials all filled with black fluid. He doesn't have to open them and try to to know what it is.]

It's Vide Noir. They're rich spoiled brats selling this shit on our streets. We didn't burn it all.

[He slams his hand down against the center of the handlebars on his bike, and tries to control the rage that burns hot through him. They were so fucking blinded by their victory earlier in the summer. Really, the truth of it is, with Alex out in Vegas, Dale should've stepped up more to really check. He had assumed...well, it doesn't fucking matter. He's going to take care of what he can tonight, before reporting back to Alex.]

Nobody needs to know about this yet, alright? Not even Alex. I'll talk to him once we figure this shit out.

[He just needs a minute to clear his head before getting back on the road and heading out to Mt. Monroe.]