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.
253
No comments:
Post a Comment