As the Grand passed through town he got a glimpse of what civilization had changed in all those years. How everything had continued without him.
MeXico drove with passion, always concentrated on what he was doing, and every couple of minutes smoked a Marlboro, the love he had for his car was notorious. They had travelled for almost an hour when MeXico asked:
- Have you ever handled a gun before?
- Sure.
- Because I can teach you to…
- I can handle a gun. Listen, can we stop? I need to take a leak.
- OK, just make it quick.
He entered a small shop in the middle of the city and walked to the bathroom, while he crossed the store the reporter on TV continued her speech:
- “… the government still hasn’t released any information regarding the supposed UFO or military aircraft crash near Calexico. Witnesses say that it was four a.m. when a huge fireball fell from the sky.
- I was driving on a road nearby and saw a huge fireball come down from the sky, and then it suddenly broke into hundreds of small pieces before smashing into the desert. - Our correspondents tried to access site, but it has been secure by the federal government. The owner of a gas station near the site was interviewed some hours ago, and has claimed that a stranger appeared at his station three days after the crash and left with a regular customer of his. Although the claims of the owner seem sound and have been corroborated, it is very unlikely that someone could of survived three days in the desert…”
So the government fuckers are looking into it. As he got into the Grand, he told MeXico to put on the radio so he could hear the news.
- I don’t listen to radio in this car. Why?
- The “Feds” or onto my ship.
- Those suits won’t find us so soon.
After a few kilometers they reached MeXico’s house. A small, simple and sober house in a quiet neighborhood. As they stepped in, he saw the huge confusion in the house. Cans of beers all over the place, cigarette tips filling the ash trays that stood all over. The kitchen was filled with PVC containers of take away food. The lounge had only one sofa, a big center table with a considerable amount of blueprints and papers with mathematical formulas.
- Looks like someone hasn’t been very clean lately…
- Funny hey, at least I’ve got an address, how about you?
- Oh, so we do have a sense of humor?
- Shut up, let’s get to work.
MeXico headed for the fridge, and pulled out some ice, filled two glasses with whiskey and served it on the rocks. He lit a cigarette and started:
- So it goes like this, these are the blueprints of the bank, those are the city cameras, so the Grand has to stay here.
- Right.
- The plan is, we go in, each one reaches for their counter, mine is this one and yours is that one. I’ll get you a suit case like this one, it’s filled with fake money. We give it to the guy behind the counter and ask him to count it, pointing the gun at his head. While the machine is counting the dollars we tell him to gather all the money in his personal safe and place it in a stack under the counter. When the machine finishes counting, he places the real money in the case and the fake on back into the safe, then we leave.
- Good, genius, but what about the cameras and the panic buttons?
- Do you mistake me for a fucking hill billy?
- No but…
- Can it… Here are all the cameras; there are three blind spots, that’s why there are specific counters we have to use. As for the panic buttons, we will say that we have their mothers in captivity, and if they press the button our associates kill them.
- Do you think they will fall for that bull shit?
- Why yes, I know their mothers names…
- How?
- Facebook my friend…
- “Facewhat”?
- OK… It’s an internet social networking platform…
- OK skip that. I believe you…
- So, I just have to get the extra bag. We move in on Thursday, in one week, because the pickup truck goes and gets the bank’s money on Fridays. We meet here on Wednesday night. Here, 300 dollars should give you a decent bath, some clean clothes and some food.
- OK, thanks.
- What kind of gun should I get?
- Do you think you can get a gun with 300 dollars?
- I didn’t say I was going to buy it...
- Don’t worry about the gun, it’s covered. Take this mp3 player so you can blend into society and keep some good music in your skull.
- Mp3? What’s an mp3.
- Fuck, you are a bit of a dinosaur on technology. When you get to the Internet, try Wikipedia!
- Wikiwhat?
- Fuck, just forget it. The mp3 works like a Walkman, it’s just smaller.
He took the money and the player, drank the rest of the whiskey and headed for the door. As he got out of the house the heat enveloped him… He walked down the road and reached the city:
- So what sin do I start with?
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