"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."

"I'll sell you the truck but is ten grand really right for the truck too?"

"Nah, of course not. Semis in decent condition are usually worth at least eight, themselves. And that's for a run-down one. I'd have to see it to make a proper offer though."

"It's not run down unless the fellows run into some trouble. I guess I could sell it to you empty."

"Oh, I want the gas too. I do a lot of buying and selling niche items, and I'll take basically anything you give me a good deal on, honestly? Cars, gas, spikes, food, electronics, scrap metal, anything. If the price is right."

"Ah, you just missed me with a bunch of scrap metal the other day. What kind of food are you after?" He looks at the menu.

The menu has Veggie Ramen, Egg Ramen, Fried Onion Ramen, and Chicken Flavor Ramen, plus tea, water, or beer. It's a pretty small menu. The place is lovingly tended but does look a bit... Like it would not pass a fire inspection.

"The easiest to shift is fresh produce, but like I said, basically anything depending on price."

"You have me at a disadvantage, I don't do a lot of grocery shopping in this phase of my life and don't know what would be a good price if I encountered a truckload of cabbages."

"Maybe I can sell on commission for you. You can ask around. I do business fairly, because then people do more business with me."

"I'll make a note of it!" He does. "Excuse me," he asks the nearest waiter, "is the fried onion ramen vegan?"

"Do shrimp count? We got processed shrimp protein from the grow vats, like everyone else does. No catfish today."

"Were the shrimp at any time living organisms?"

"Uhhhh... Prob'ly?"

"Yeah they were," Roland chimes in. "Turns out, weird bacterial goo that extrudes protein? Doesn't have an immune system, makes it challenging to keep alive."

"Yeah, that's not vegan. Does that also apply to the veggie kind?"

The chef speaks in Japanese, "I can make one with soy protein!"

"-Chef says he'll make you a vegan one."

"どうもありがとうございます！”

"問題ない, customer-san! Nine dollar please!"

"どうぞ。” He hands over nine dollars.

He bows slightly, then pulls down a fresh wok and cutting board from a cabinet and starts cooking Cam's dish. Fresh knife, too.