Ethan looked around the warehouse again, his gaze moving slowly across the strange machinery surrounding the suppressed Gate.
'I doubt these dumb hillbillies made this technology.'
His eyes drifted from one machine to another, taking in the cables, screens, metal frameworks, and unfamiliar equipment that had clearly been designed for a purpose far beyond anything the Aryan Brotherhood could have produced.
'And I seriously doubt they know how to make those drugs either.'
The Aryan Brotherhood might have money, weapons, and even Titled members.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
The more Ethan looked at the technology surrounding the Gate, the more obvious it became that these people were operating far beyond their apparent level of sophistication. Whatever was happening here, it wasn't something a bunch of ordinary criminals had simply figured out on their own.
Even the Association didn't seem capable of this.
Ethan smiled faintly.
