After several minutes of standing on the side of the road. Y/N finished charging his car battery, then he and Valkyrie quickly hopped into his car and sped off towards the DEA base in Los Santos, eager to tell Stan about their recent finding. None of them said anything for the whole journey to the DEA base. They were thinking about many things that would happen if they would find where those vehicles were heading.

As Y/N parked his car on the parking lot, not far from the DEA base, they quickly made their way into the office before walking up to Stan who sat by his desk while checking something on his computer.

"Stan. We need to talk. In private." Y/Nsaid as Valkyrie nodded.

"Sure." Stan said, a bit confused as he hopped off his seat before Y/Nand Valkyrie lead him out of the office into the break-room. What they didn't know was that Ela and Zofia followed them, "So, what do you two want?"

"We were following those trucks from the warehouse and we've came across something interesting. We saw a few vehicles, buses, trucks and a pickup and dozen's of people were in those vehicles, all of them had their faces covered by a bag." Y/Nexplained.

"Are you sure you saw it?" Stan asked.

"I can confirm it." Valkyrie assured Stan.

"She was the one who spotted it." Y/Nadded.

"Well, then I'm interested. What do you need from me?" Stan asked as he noticed that Zofia and Ela were standing right behind Y/Nand Valkyrie. Y/N's sisters probably heard their conversation, "Ela? Zofia?"

Y/Nand Valkyrie turned back to Zofia and Ela, "Were you standing there for the whole time?"

"We were just worried about you. You didn't look so good yesterday." Zofia replied.

"As you can see, I feel a lot better now." Y/Nassured his sisters before coming back to his conversation with Stan, "So, do you know anyone who can go into the lab and bring us proof?"

"We can just tell Dutch about it." Zofia stated.

"No. After the warehouse, he'll be skeptical about it. We need a proof." Y/Nbegan explaining, "If we'll bring something from that place, he won't be skeptical if we'll bring him something."

"If you say so." Ela said.

"So, Stan? Do you know anyone?" Valkyrie wanted to know.

"Yes. His name is Ross Moore. I'll call him. I'm sure he'll help us with this." Stan said.

"Thanks man." Y/Nsmiled at his best friend.

"Anything for you.'' Stan smiled back as he pulled out his phone, then he walked away from them, wanting to speak with Ross Moore in private.

"I'll get your car ready." Valkyrie said.

"Thanks." Y/Nsmiled as Valkyrie smiled back before walking out of the break-room, leaving Łukasz with his siblings.

"So, you and Meghan were together..." Zofia tried to tease her brother a little bit.

"Zofia, jeśli ci na mnie zależy, to nawet nie myśl o tym by powiedzieć to chcesz powiedzieć. Ja i Meghan tylko współpracujemy. (Zofia, if you do care about me, don't even think about what you want to say right now. I and Meghan are only cooperating.) " Y/Ninterrupted Zofia, knowing exactly what she was going to do as Ela chuckled.

"Calm down, braciszku (little brother). She is not going to do it, right?" Ela asked, wrapping her arm around Zofia's shoulder and whispered, "Don't do it."

"Of course." Zofia said with a nod, with playfull look on her face, which Y/Nthankfully for Zofia failed to notice.

Then, Stan came up to them with a small smile on his face, "He wants us to come to his farm in Blueberry, now."

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Once, Y/N, Stan, Ela, Zofia and Valkyrie prepared everything they needed, they left the DEA base in Łukasz's car. Y/Nand Stan sat in the front seats, the youngest Bosak was the one behind the wheel, as Zofia, Ela and Valkyrie sat in the backseats. They drove is silence, a few minutes, the only voice that could be heard in the car was voice of the radio announcer Lazlow Jones.

Stan was looking at the surroundings from the mirror as the others were wondering about one thing. Who was Ross Moore? None of them have ever heard of him.

"Who is this Ross Moore, guy?" Ela finally asked about Stan about Ross as they rode into Blueberry.

"An ex LSPD officer." Stan replied, "He wants to get rid of Payne's Cartel as much as we do. He is disgusted of what LSPD has become after he retired. At first, Frank Tenpenny. I'm sure you know who this man was. Ross thought that after Tenpenny's death, corruption will completely disappear from LSPD but Payne came to Los Santos and everything went downhill from there."

"I like him already.'' Zofia said, "If he wants to see Payne, Jackson and Richards in handcuffs, as much as we do, then he he is okay in my book."

"Same here." Ela and Y/N agreed with their sister.

"Are you sure that he will agree to help us in this case? After all, he'd have to sent one of his people in those trucks." Valkyrie asked.

"Yes. He is willing to help us weaken Payne's Cartel. I even told him to join DEA but he declined my offer because he'd have to abandon his farm, which is one of the largest one's in Los Santos. "This farm is my pride" he said." Stan explained as Y/Nparked his car in front of Ross' farm. They all got out of the car and make their way into Ross' house to find the owner of this farm, sitting on the couch. A young man in his mid 20's was sitting next to him.

"Ross! It's good to see you!" Stan smiled as Ross hopped off his couch was and walked over to Stan, who extended his hand.

"Stan." Ross said, shaking Stan's hand, "And you must be Y/N."

"Yes." Y/Nconfirmed.

"Stan told me a lot about you." Ross told Y/N, causing the youngest Bosak to look at his best friend, curiously, wondering what Stan said to Ross about him, "And these ladies? Who are they?"

"Ela and Zofia, Y/Nsisters." Stan said as the other two Bosaks nodded, "And the third one is Meghan Castellano. A friend."

"Nice to meet you." Ross said to them.

"Likewise." Zofia said back as Ela and Valkyrie nodded in agreement

"And who is this guy on the couch?" Stan asked, pointing at the young man.

"Guys. This is Darryl Towley." Ross introduced Darryl who waved at Y/N, Stan, Ela, Zofia and Valkyrie.

"Do you trust him, Ross?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. He used to live in San Fierro before but he was moved away because his father was one of the civilians that died during "The Shooting At Burger Shot.". He didn't want to live in San Fierro because of what happened to him, anymore, so he moved here and found a job as one of my farmers." Ross replied.

"Sorry to hear that, Darryl." Ela stated.

"Thank you.'' Darryl said, looking down, sadly at the mention of what happened to his father because of the Cartel.

"That's why, when I send a word to my farmers, he immediately agreed to do this." Ross told them, "He is willing to do anything when it comes to weaking Payne's Cartel. Tommorow, I'll send him to The Pinkman's, hoping that he'd find what we want."

"The Pinkman's?'' Valkyrie asked.

"A bar on the edge of this town owned by a man named Walter Williams. Everyday, dozen's of people are gathering there at the hour of 11:45 am. When Stan told me about what Łukasz and Miss Castellano saw on the road. I put these two together and I decided try." Ross replied as Valkyrie nodded.

"Ross. Thank you for doing this." Y/Nsaid.

"No problem. After all, if we want to get the cartel, we need work with each other." Ross said with a nod.

"So, when should we come back here?" Zofia asked.

"In two days." Ross replied, "If something goes wrong, I have Stan's number."

"We'll see you in two days, then." Ela asked as Ross nodded.

One day later, Darryl did as he was told to by Ross, he got into an old crappy car which Ross borrowed from his friend who worked on the junkyard and drove off towards "The Pinkman's". He parked the car in front of the bar, before making his was inside. He took his seat by the counter, next to an old man.

"Good day to you, sir." He said, before pulling out a pack of cigarette's. He took out a lighter and lit on the cigarette's up before putting it between his teeth. He looked over at the old man who was looking at the pack, "You want one?" He asked, earning a nod from the old man, "Go ahead. Help yourself"

The old man smiled as took one cigarette out of the pocket, then Darryl lit it up with his lighter before the old man put it between his teeth, "Thanks kid. My name is Edmund Callahan."

"Troy Setsbol." Darryl lied.

"Nice to meet you." Edmund said, extending his hand for a handskake.

"Likewise." Darryl said, shaking Edmund's hand.

"So, tell me kid. What are you doing in this shithole town?" Edmund asked.

"You really think it's that bad?" Darryl asked.

"Yes I do. You would have to be lucky, like Ross Moore and his farm, or the guy who owns this factory, next to Moore's farm." Edmund explained, "Now, can you answer my question?"

"They kicked me out of my house, because my girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend Meghan was making too much noise and ironically it happened the same when I lost my job. I came here because I want earn some money to rent a small apartament for myself." Darryl replied.

"I wish you lucky." Edmund said.

"Thanks... Do you have any job for me?" Darryl asked.

Edmund opened his mouth to answer, but he closed it before he could answer, then he sighed, "No, sorry."

Darryl nodded as he hopped off his seat, "Thanks for the talk."

"Thanks for the cigarette." Edmund said before Darryl walked out of the bar, then he made his way back to his car and leaned against it. Several minutes later, a bus parked next to the bar, and a man walked out. Darryl recognized this man as Irwin "Indian" Jones, one of the assassin's that worked for the Cartel. The assassin held a basket filled with bags in his hand as the people began to gather around the bus. Darryl joined the crowd of people who slowly began to make their was into the bus, but before that, Irwin was handing each of them, a bag, which they put on their heads, once they were inside the bus.

As Darryl was going to take a bag from the basket, Irwin stopped him, "Wait. I haven't seen you before."

"Irwin. That's my nephew, Troy." Irwin and Darryl turned the source of the voice to see Edmund, "He's a hard working boy. I can vouch for him."

Irwin sighed, "Fine. But if he'll do something stupid, it'll be on you Edmund."

Edmund nodded as Darryl grabbed the bag from the basket, then he got himself into the bus and sat down on the empty seat, followed by Edmund who took the seat next to him.

"Thank you." Darryl whispered to Edmund before he put the bag on his head.

"Half of the money you make goes to my pocket." Edmund said, putting the bag on his head.

Darryl nodded his head in agreement. He didn't care about money that much. The bus was driving for an hour before it stopped in the place. The people inside rised up from their seats and got out of the bus before a person, probably Irwin took off their bags and put them back in the basket, then the people began walking towards place of work as Darryl stood in place, watching this whole place in shock. This laboratory was large, if he multiplied Blueberry two times, then he would have the size of this lab.

"C'mon, kid." Edmund said as Darryl followed him into the lab, "Now, shall I explain how we produce the paste to you?"

"Yes, please." Darryl said with a nod.

Edmund nodded as he lead Darryl to the pit where a young boy was crushing the leave, "For crushing the leaves, we use children because of their tiny feet." He said before picking up one of the leaves, "Little magic leaves.'' He sniffed it before throwing it back to the pit, then he and Darryl walked further in the lab, "The kerosene separates the drug from the leaf. Over here, the sulfuric acid distills and distills it. Then you cut it, and mix it with gasoline. Then, basically, you pull the merchandise out of the liquid. You use ammonia to get the paste." He and Darryl stopped by the table with the buckets filled with paste, "And here it is. It's like the kitchen in your house. Like baking a cake. Only a much better cake than you've ever had.''

''When happens that?" Darryl wanted to know.

''We'll take it the other lab where Jackson and his men are changing it into coke." Edmund replied.

Darryl's eyes widened is suprise, "Kane Jackson? That Kane Jackson?"

"Yes." Edmund confirmed with a nod a Darryl started thinking about what happen If they would found the exact localization of this lab and raid it, it would most likely end up with putting Kane Jackson in handcuffs, "Let's go to work, kid."

Darryl nodded as he and Edmund went to Edmund's spot and started working on paste. At first, he needed Edmund's help with it, but as the time passed, he learnt how to do his job, then the bell rang, telling the workers about their lunch-break. He walked through the lab, with plate on his right arm, thinking about how to get Edmund's attention off him, so he could put a small portion of paste into the small plastic bag that he hid in his pocket before leaving Ross' farm.

Then, the police car parked into the middle of the lab, and two policemen that Darryl knew got out of the car.

"Stephen Scofield and Larry Watson..." Darryl thought as he leaned against the wall, hoping that he will be able to overhear the converstation between Stephen and his deputy, then something suprised him. A young police officer also came out of the car with a bag on his head.

"Larry, take this bag off." Stephen said as Larry took the bag off the police officers head, "Welcome to Kane Jackson's lab, kid."

"See this place, new blood?" Larry asked, wrapping his arm around the shoulder of the young police officer who looked amazed by what he just saw. How did the Cartel managed to create a lab that large and get away with it?

"If follow my advice and remain silent, some of the money that these lab is making, will go to your pocket." Stephen began his explanation, "A few years, and you're not gonna have to work for the rest of your life. You're just gonna have to sit on your ass, in your own villa, somewhere in Vinewood, or maybe even Vice City, or somewhere, after all it's your call."

"Excuse me sir... Sorry for asking this but you're not afraid that the DEA will find this place? It's in the middle of nowhere." Young Officer said.

"Don't worry about it, kid." Larry said as he pointed at one of the workers, "You! Take this kid on a trip!"

"Whatever you say." The Worker said back as he walked over to them and wrapped his hand around the young police officer shoulder, "Let's go. I'll show you where we make "Magic Paste'' which later will be cooken into cocaine."

As these two walked off, Larry pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he put a cigarrete between his teeth and lit it up, "Well boss. That was a good idea to take every police officer who started to take money from Payne. It'll just make them take more."

"Thank you, Larry." Stephen said, leaning against his car, "Have you heard about what happened in the Alley of Glory?"

"Yes. The DEA, Team Rainbow and SFPD tried to raid one of our warehouses but thankfully our rat told us about it a day before." Larry laughed.

"Dutch Matthews is not smart enough to think that his beloved janitor Roy Crane is working with the Cartel. As long, he receives money from us, he'll tell us everything what those agents are planning with Team Rainbow." Stephen laughed as well.

Darryl was shocked by those words. So, the DEA had someone from the Cartel in their base and they didn't even had an idea about it. What was the rats name?... Oh right... Roy Crane... He was going to remember this name and tell Stan, Łukasz, the three women that was with them about it. Perharps it won't ruin their next action. Also, he found it interesting, that Stephen and Larry were showing the lab to every police officer who just started to take the money from the Cartel. He was going to tell them about it as well because it may actually help them in finding the localization of this lab.

Then, the bell rang and, and every worker began to return to the labs. Darryl left his hiding spot, and began to talk towards the lab where they were making paste. He walked by Kane Jackson who made his way to Stephen and Larry.

"Sheriff Scofield. Sheriff-Deputy Watson." He said to the two men.

"Don Jackson." The two police officers said at the same time.

Darryl mentally cursed that he had to go back to work. Perharps he would hear more interesting things from them because Jackson had just joined the talk, but instead, he had to go back to work. For the rest day of work, he managed to get Edmund's attention of him and hid the portion of paste into the bag. When, the day was over, he and people from Blueberry came back to their town. He gave half of the money he made to Edmund, as he promised before coming back to Ross's farm to inform his boss about the things he saw in the lab.

Tommorow, when the Bosak siblings, Stan and Valkyrie would come back to Blueberry, he and Ross would not disappoint them.

The next day, Stan, the Bosak siblings, and Valkyrie came back to Blueberry, as it was planned.

"So, did he found something interesting?" Stan asked, as he, Łukasz, Ela, Zofia and Valkyrie stood before Ross and Darryl.

"Yes. He did." Ross replied with a nod.

Then, Darryl started explaining, "Those vehicles took me into the lab. It was a large one."

"How large?" Y/Nwanted to know.

"Do you know the size of Blueberry?" Darryl asked as Stan, Łukasz, Ela, Zofia and Valkyrie nodded, "Then multiply it two times."

"How did they managed to do that?" Zofia asked as the group from Los Santos was shocked to hear that.

"Sis, I think you already know the answer." Y/Nreplied, "Do you have something from that lab?"

"Yes." Darryl said with a nod before pulling out a bag filled with paste from the lab, "A paste which is later changed into cocaine."

"Did you saw something interesting there, besides the size of it?. " Valkyrie asked as Darryl handed the bag to Y/N.

"I saw Stephen Scofield and Larry Watson." Darryl replied.

"Why am I not suprised?" Stan asked himself.

"There's something else. They weren't the only police officers who paid a little visit to the lab." Darryl added.

"Let me guess, Hindmarsh?" Y/Nguessed.

"No. It was a young police officer. They took him there to show the lab. They take there every cop that just started taking money from the Cartel to show them that but it would be better for them to continue taking money but the thing that'll probably interested you more is that the Cartel has someone in the DEA. Someone who is telling them about what is going on in the DEA. For example, he told them about what you were planning to do with that warehouse in the Alley of Glory."

Stan, Ela, Zofia and Valkyrie looked more shocked then they were when they heard about the size of this lab as Y/Njust stared at Darryl. It was true, his theory about the Cartel having someone inside the DEA was correct.

"Who's that?" He demanded to know as he clenched his fist in anger.

"Someone who goes by the name of Roy Crane." Darryl replied.

"Roy! Ain't that the janitor?" Ela asked.

"Yes. He is." Zofia replied.

"That bastard..." Stan said as he gritted his teeth in anger at the revelation.

"Thank you, both. For everything." Y/Nsaid to Ross and Darryl before turning back to his car, "Now, let us take care of Roy."

"Okay. If you will need help, you know who to call." Ross told them before the group from Los Santos went back to Łukasz's car before getting inside of it. The drove back to the DEA base and ran into the base, after Łukasz parked his car in the usual spot he used. They didn't even paid attention to the other agents or operators as they bursted into Dutch's office, eager to tell him about what Darryl told them about the lab and Roy.

"Guys! What brings you here?" Dutch asked, before Y/Npulled out the bag with paste he got from Roy.

"Boss, we have this. It's a paste from one of Payne's lab." Y/Nexplained before handing the bag to his boss.

"Where did you get it? " Dutch asked, examing the bag as Roy walked into the office and began cleaning the furniture placed next to the door.

"From one of Payne's labs." Stan replied.

"We also have something else to share with you." Zofia added.

"What is it?" Dutch wanted to know.

"It's about him." Y/Nsaid. Tone of his voice changed into anger as he pointed at Roy. Ela, Zofia, Stan and Valkyrie glared at Roy and Dutch just looked at them in confusion.

Roy's eyes shot open in suprise... They knew...