Sent Away

By R. Richard

I drive out of the warehouse back parking lot. My car has a lot of power, but I take it easy so as to not attract attention. I drive for a bit and find a crossing, just past the cerveza sign. The crossing is just a dirt road, and I take it very easy, to avoid dust and dirt on my shiny, waxed car. I get back into the USA and I spot no police car, just as José said. (The product dealers in Mexico are infamous for selling out customers to the Mexican police. The product dealers get back their product, in return for a bit of mordida [bribe.] However, a continuing heavy money customer is worth a bit of courtesy.)
Once back in the USA, I ease along back roads, at the speed limit. I try to project the image of a pendejo, just out for a drive in the country.
Once I get far enough North, I cross over I-395 and head for Los Angeles. Once across I-395, the danger of being stopped as a drug mule, eases quite a bit.
(The main way North from San Diego, along the inland, is I-395. The average uneducated drug mule probably just cruises his car up I-395. Of course, the police are aware of the situation and may try to find an excuse to stop a car that they have not seen before.
Of course, the drug mule may try to outrun the police. A car may outrun a police car, but a car can’t outrun the police radio.)
I just take it easy and obey the speed limits and the traffic signs. My car is currently registered, in the State of California, with legal license plates. I am not in the drug mule corridor and there is no reason for the local police to stop me. All have to do is to take it easy and I should be home free.
(My heart is beating like a drum. I keep glancing at the odometer and it keeps telling me that I have traveled one more mile, toward my buyer. Unlike the heroes of fiction, I’m not used to risking my freedom on a desperate journey, necessary for me to survive economically. I may be afraid, but I can still think. I don’t take just one road, that leads North. I do try to take what appear to be main rural roads, that lead North. I try to avoid interaction with some of the idiots driving on the rural roads.)
After what seems like long hours, I begin to get into the area of small cities that lie South and East of Los Angeles. If I was careful before, I’m now even more careful. I don’t need interaction with local police.
I find the address that Enrique gave me, for the product buyer. Just as I approach the outer gate, a police car goes by. (My heart rate goes up to 220 beats per minute, or even more.) I go past the outer gate until I can find a side road that allows me to turn around. I then drive back to the outer gate.
A goon at the outer gate tells me, “We’re closed, go away.”
I say, “Your boss is not closed for the product that I have to deliver.”
The goon uses a radio or some such. He then wants to know where I got the product.”
I tell goon boy, “I got the product from Enrique. I also got the address here, from Enrique.”
The goon again uses a radio or some such. He then asks me, “Enrique down in San Diego?”
I say, “Yeah, Enrique, down in the San Diego area, maybe just a bit South of San Diego.”
The goon again uses a radio or some such. He then asks me, “What kind of product you got?”
I say, “Kilo amounts.”
The goon nods and maybe even thinks a bit. He says, “You can go in, but you better be legit.” The goon then opens the outer gate.
I drive up to a back door of what might be a warehouse. The back door opens just a bit and yet another goon ducks under the bottom of the partially opened door.
The goon boy snarls at me, “You claim you got product in kilo amounts?”
I reply, “Yes, maybe we can continue the discussion inside, where the police can’t join the discussion?”
The goon signals, with a radio or some such.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Apr 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215240458

R. Richard

I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film.I have 48 novels and over 299 short stories currently published.I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled Kung Fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's Kung Fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today.My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are:Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas)1. Second Chance: God Killer2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker4. Second Chance: King of The Islands5. Second Chance: King of Zaya6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon7. Second Chance: King of Golomon8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh10. Second Chance: King of Ariby11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania12. Second Chance: King of Avuls13. Second Chance: King of Kemet14. Second Chance: King of Zorran15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds16. Second Chance: King of Averon17. Second Chance: King's Duties18. Second Chance: King of The New WorldAdventurer: Simulation ProblemAdventurer: Pannar ProblemA Programmer's GambitAmateur StripperBeach MurdersBondage HouseCorporate Sex SlavesFriday NightGo Naked In The SoftwareGrasshopper WinterInvoluntary NudeLayoffNot A HeroPirates of The KeysSummer of SexThe LakeThe Last Moon DanceThe Nude Adventures of Plain JaneThe Secret Life of Wanda WilsonTails of the Pussycat LoungeTo Keep A JobTopless RestaurantToy WhoresVix: The MarineWayward BoyShort Stories:A Christmas Visit

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Sent Away

By R. Richard © 2023

Chapter 1: Trouble

I, Jason Gunn, am working for a company where I obviously don’t fit in politically. I am aware of the situation, and I am quietly looking for another job, to escape. I have stock investments that yield about 33% of my current salary.

I’m a computer programmer and I have just finished coding a key module for the project on which I’m working. However, I have not yet tested the key module.

I am called in, near end of day Friday, by my Project Manager.

Jerry asks if I have finished coding my current assigned module.

Sensing disaster, I say only, I have finished coding my current assigned module.

Jerry asks, Have you saved your module code in the Software Library?

I say, "Yes, since it’s near end of day.

Jerry says, I have only one assignment for you, at this point in time. It’s a field assignment.

With a growing dread, I ask, Which field?

Jerry looks at me with the general air of a cat, eyeing a mouse. He says, White Sands.

I reply, There is no contract that we have at White Sands that involves anything that I do.

Jerry sneers, We’ll find something for you to do.

I say, "When do I have to make a decision?"

Jerry says, Right now. You have to sign this contract and be on a plane to White Sands Sunday.

I glance at the contract, it’s a five year commitment, at my current salary, with work ‘as assigned.’ I scan the document and say, It’s a slave contract, no way will I sign it.

Jerry says, You sign it or I lay you off, right now.

I repeat, No way will I sign the contract.

Jerry sneers, Then take your final check and get out. With that Jerry throws me a pay envelope and motions for a guard."

I say, I have a security clearance, I have to sign out.

Jerry says, You can come in Monday and sign out. (Asking me to return, after I have been fired, probably means a hearing before the State labor people. However,Jerry thinks that he’s a king.) Guard, get him out of here.

I get up and let the guard lead me to the front lobby. I sign out on the register and exit, via the front door. I then have to walk around the building, to get to my car in the employee parking lot, in the back.

I fire up my car and drive