Level 26 was pretty powerful. On the third day, I made him eat all 5 eggs. I wanted him to level up. When parents had children, those children had the average number of skill points of the parents. It would be better for us to get strong children by having both of us being better and stronger. When I gave him the third dose, he shuddered a bit. His increase would be permanent. It was time to give him another handjob. "Things have been really good. The sex was good. We should get back to that." he said. It was true that the sex was nice. "Well, things are going to be great together. I have you now, so there's no way I can lose to some random loser. Old Kipler is going to be here to back us up too. As soon as your eggs come in, we'll eat them and then get some jobs." I said to him. Aspen snuggled next to me. We cuddled together and went to bed. Just like I said, in the morning, Aspen went to lay his eggs. When he was done, I made him eat the 4 eggs. He did not like doing it. It was seen as taboo to eat his own eggs as a layer. I went in and laid my egg. I then gave him the egg to eat. He did.
Getting all the way up to level 13 from eating eggs was super easy for Aspen. He was just a layer child that hatched out of an egg Old Kipler fertilized. The old gangster's vicious mindset did not have any use for him other than using him as a chip to bargain with. I had no doubt with his attitude and age that he had a lot more hatchling children. We went over to see him. I was made captain of the park. That meant that I was in charge of the flow of drugs that went through here. It also meant keeping vigilant. If there was some hoodlum not affiliated with Old Kipler selling drugs or doing criminal activity, I was to go sort it out. The park was a pretty big area to cover. He was testing me still. This was a step up, but I was still nowhere near the inner circle of the organization. I needed to do a good job. He gave me a roster of runners and dealers that were in the area. I was to make sure that I checked in on them every so often. We wanted them to succeed. We also wanted to avoid them getting busted by the cops patrolling the area. That would cause headaches for us. I collect their money.
Zipping that money over to Old Kippler at the end of the day was my other job. Once I gave it to him and reported any problems I face, I was given my cut. As a captain, it was a sizeable 10% of the total take. On the flipside, I was then supposed to pay the people under me with that money. I got back $5,290. I had 2 dealers and 3 package boys. Dealers got a $1,500 cut. Package boys only got $550. That meant I had to pay $3,000 for dealers and $1,650 for package boys. I barely made profit. That's what it meant to be a low level captain. They did not make much money because they were bottom of the barrel NPC goons. Then again, this was all relative to doing jobs directly for the boss. $640 a day was nothing to sneeze at. Especially when it was with a pretty low risk to myself. Not only would they yield low revenue, they also were very likely to draw cop attention. Luckily, I got the "management" skill. It cost me 4 skill points. This skill made my subordinates 10% more likely to succeed and 1% more likely to critically succeed. That would hopefully keep them all out of trouble for a while.
640 dollars did not mean much to me. I was going to make almost double that with a single egg. I got to talk to each of my guys. They was a diversity of people and ages involved in this operation. They were the types that really needed the money. All of them were very poor. There was the young man that wanted to afford things he would never be allowed to if he was relying solely on his parents. There was the girl that wanted to experience the life of a "bad girl" for the shits and giggles. There was a man that had a woman and a baby on the way that he could not afford. There were finally brothers that wanted to change their lives and bring them up from the gutter. I had to give all of them their money. They had earned it. The brothers and the man took it without much complaint. They knew the job. They knew the pay. When they got the cash, they left the park for the day. The woman began to flirt with me. I was not going to hit up some drug dealer. That was pretty crazy in my mind. The other young man also wanted to hang out with me. I really did not feel like hanging out with him either.
