Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Nemo 11 - 5/7/2014

In thinking, I realize I'm going to need more than one job. One to learn the basics, one to learn the inner workings, and one to turn into a position of power. I'll need capital, ultimately, more than I can easily acquire from my usual methods. Lots of zeroes.

Of course, to start with, I'll have to find someone who can do serious identity work. Something that will pass deep background checks. Such people tend to be hard to find, and expensive. Which means I need zeroes even before I start.

So, a trip out of town. Never shit where you eat makes sense, even to me. But a few hours north should put me in a place where I can pick up a few piles without attracting too much attention. Gotta love drug dealers. They collect large amounts of easily moved money into one place and don't call anyone when it goes missing. And very few regret their sudden passing.

And strangely enough, State Patrol rarely pulls over 65 year-old grey-haired lady in a neatly maintained luxoboat.

The nice part about being Nobody is that there is rarely any preparation time needed for a journey of this sort. I can even run the distance, if I have to, although it means staying out of sight.

In fact, that sounds nice. A quick jaunt through three hundred miles of woodlands and rivers. A few climbs here and there, all out of sight of you. Free to be whatever I might have been, wild.


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