The operator's day out #16

He stood there waiting for his acomplice to show up. Just in tmie. Black lacy stockings, hair all done up, and a brown khaki raincoat buttoned up and tied at the waist. She had on ornamental fire engine red shows, which happen fished to be stelleto heels. She was carrying her package just as they had agreed, a tuna fish wrapped up in news paper.

He stood there, answering the random phone calls he recieved, "The number you have dialed cannot be reached, please try again." The stick of dynamite under his sweatshirt was soaked in sweat. He couldn't control himself, after all, he was only a telephone operator, what did he know about smuggling dynamite into the country.

The pair had agreed to make the exchange just across the border, in a small mexican town, at the local bus depot. They figured it was public enough that it wouldn't draw attention, and since it was coastal fishing town, people were always carrying around dead fish.

Just as he was about to hand the dynamite to her to put in fish, US Border Patrol agents stormed in and arrested both of them.

I sold my soul to the devil

Satan is the best
Its your soul he will possess
This fear will not rest

The Hideout #2

Over on the far field of Billy Jo Bob Simpleton's far sits a building. It has red painted sides, and a black shingled roof. Outside against the east wall sits a stack of hay bails. Against the bails of hay sits a pitchfork, and several rakes. As you move further down the wall you can see a broke down tractor, which is now nearly covered by over grown weed grass. The tractor is covered in rust, and looks as though its been sitting in that same place for several years now. Moving along the front wall, you see a faded door with white cross beams decorating the front. Two of the hinges are broken, leaving both doors with only one good one. as the wind blows across the field, it gently moves the doors, creaking the hinges. The paint on all sides of the barn is faded, except for the west face of the barn, which seems to have been recently painted. Old pieces of pipe, and mental lay stacked against the side running down towards the back of the barn, where old farm equpiment sits gathering rust.

Inside the barn, bails of hay are stacked as high as the loft, in the front against the east wall stands a ladder that leads up to the loft. In the corner of the east and north wall, a hornets nest can be found with hornets coming and going. The barn is dark and dusty, with several dark corners perfect for hiding out in.

Jackson Brownose was running across the field franticly, he needed a place to hide, how could he have missed the shot? It was perfect! He had waited all his life, and now he was on the run from the FBI. He spotted the barn up ahead and booked it.

He reached the barn, and first noticed all the broken equpiment laying around, realizing that he had found the perfect place to hideout.

He walked inside, and immediatly noticed the dark corners which he could hide in. He found several crates of fruits and vegatables to eat, and piles of hay to make a bed out of. Jackson Brownose had found the place to hide out