black packets

It was like a scene out of a movie. We were standing in a bad part of town, after the game waiting for the bus. The police populated every corner, but were occupied with things other than the safety of the people, like giving out directions when we asked.

Two older gentleman were walking towards us, but not necessarily together. A younger man, light skin came up behind them. There was something in his eyes that struck me - an insatiable hunger? That he didn't belong there? Desperation? Whatever it was, I had that sense that something wasn't right with him or with what he was about to do. Not that I knew what it was.

The Gringo called out to one of the gentleman. I cannot recall what he said. Gentleman #1 turned to Gentleman #2 and said something. They both stopped. The Gringo caught up. They sort of huddled. Gentleman #2 pulled something out of a bag or his pocket, I don't remember. They were square, black, flat packets, let's say the size of a wallet. No, smaller. Gentleman #2 handed a packet to the Gringo and to Gentleman #1 (I think).

The Gringo didn't look any happier. He was still desperate. He quickly turned away and walked back where he came from. The two gentleman spoke a few words to one another. A taxi was hailed. They both got in, one in the passenger seat and one in the back.

Normal would have been them both riding in back. But nothing was normal about what had just happened.

What do you think was in those packets?