When I arrived at the rendezvous I flashed my cars headlights twice as I had been instructed. The car at the other end of the narrow bridge did the same. I got out of my car and approached the large wall of a man who stood silently.
"I believe you have something I want" I said, trying not to sound nervous. I had no backup here, I was flying solo.
"Indeed I do. It's in the truck. You have the payment?"
I nodded and held the briefcase up flat. I flipped open the latches and opened the lid. Inside were rows of crisp bills. Small denominations, non-sequential.
"It's all here. Do you want to count it?"
"Count? No! I trust you completely."
That was funny, because I could easily make out the tiny red dot that rested over my heart. Placed there by some unseen sniper, very likely the Swede named Ander.
"Then you're happy?" I asked.
"Not quite, you forgot one small thing. My Hat."
"I didn't forget, you get the Pirate Hat when I see the Rig."
He laughed. "Always so paranoid my friend! Of course."
He pulled a squat box out of the truck. "Here you go. All the papers are in it and are in order"
I placed the box in my trunk and handed the large man a bag. "Your Pirate hat, I hope you like it."
He pulled the hat out of the bag and placed it on his head. "It fits like a glove. Sweet. So, we gettin wings?"
"Hells yeah."
Several hours later, in the darkness of my office...The last of the computers cables are connected.
"My God, it's full of stars...."
Whatever you are drinking...I want a double. (Nice story. Well written. Well done.)
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P.S. So was it a tri-corner hat or the cavalier type?
So, any photos of the new rig? does it have blikenlites?
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