"What the fuck."

"...The shotgun is not so I can do a drive-by, it's in case someone tries to rob us."

"Oh, yeah, no, I wasn't accusing you of wanting to shoot people recreationally! I just don't want to escalate a robbery into a murder."

"You can hire someone else who knows how to drive a big rig I guess, I don't want to be in charge of thousands of dollars worth of truck while unarmed, even at that ridiculous rate. Good luck?"

"Thanks. If it helps nobody tried to rob me when I did this myself half an hour ago!"

Snort. "Yeah, all that means is they'll be ready to jump you next time."

"I guess I'll see. Could we compromise on a tranq gun?"

They huddle and whisper.

"...Seems kind of unreliable but maybe."

"Cool, I have a couple of those - don't ask, it's a long story."

"Nah, I get it. You need them alive, sometimes."

"Almost always! Shall we?"

They will solicit nice responsible tranq gun safety lessons first, how about, and also make a couple of calls to friends, and then they're ready.

Sure. Effective range is yea far, aims like so, they've got laser sights, one dart should take down anybody unless they're a linebacker with a particular mutation in their metabolic pathways and then they'll need two but one should slow them way down anyhow, there are this many darts in each pack, darts cannot penetrate meaningful armor, if you stick yourself he has an antidote but here is how to safely load and unload without doing that.

They have good gun safety habits. Where's the tanker, and where's the buyer? Any code phrases, checks and verifications, etc, to mind?

He sold the last batch at such and such a place and they seemed open to taking more! Tanker's over here, he filled it up again. He doesn't have code phrases but he'll take pictures of his guys for reference.

Okay. And exchanging phone DKIMs and off they'll go. (Something still seems really off about this but they can drive a truck under suspicious circumstances and will text him updates. Bye for now, new boss.)

Bye, good luck!

Someone else comes up to him a bit later.

"Hey, Cam? My boss Roland wants to talk to you."

"Sure, now?"

"Sure. He's at the noodle bar. Faster to walk than try and drive." She points down the street.

Cam walks to the noodle bar.

It's a Japanese ramen place. Smells good, if not super amazing.

Roland is wearing Sinzil gear, though not the full set he provided his lawyer. Just the coat and neckguard. He also has fancy-looking jeans, some kind of dress shirt, a weird belt, and snazzy glasses. The overall effect could be described as 'street cool'.

"Hello, Cam, yeah? I'm Roland. I hear you're moving lots of fuel."

"I dabble! What's up?"

"I think I'd also like to buy a tankerful for ten grand. I run a gas station out in the Bordertown. And beyond that, just wanting to make contact with the new player in town. You're obviously well equipped and tight lipped, so... Feel you out, and yeah, I'm saying so quite blatantly."

"Sure, when the guys bring back my truck I'll fill 'er up and send 'em to you, give me the address?"

"Can I just buy the truck? Bordertown places don't really have addresses so much, anyway, it's off the beaten path, and on purpose at that."