In my haste to get the heck out of there, I realized that this money would most suredly have gps trackers on them. I had to find a place to pull over and find and dispose of those trackers. Cops and Feds are a tough bunch too, and they were most likely already on their way. I imagine the pilot calling mayday before crashing to the ground.
A few miles down the road I pulled under a overpass and stopped my truck. Still no other vehicles in sight. Maybe the bridge would block the GPS tracking signal? I went to my bunk area, and thinking of the CSI tv show that I liked watching, especially the Miami one. I proceeded to put tape on my fingertips and pulled my long hair back and under a beanie hat.
I tore open the four bags of money. The cash was shrink wrapped in plastic. I tore off all the plastic and fanned through all the money. Making a mess. I grabbed a plastic box that I was using for clothes and dumped out the clothes.
I put the searched money in the box. And while searching it was easy to find their trackers. Placed between the cash like a playing card in a deck. After I searched all the money as fast and frantically as I could, I was satisfied that I got all the trackers. I was dripping in sweat and worried about my DNA, my hair, and my dog's hair. I'll take my chances. It's worth the risk.
I got out of the truck with the money bags, cash wrappers, and trackers and climbed up under the bridge. I stuffed it all as far up and under the bridge as I could. The storm raged on and my heart hadn't slowed it's rapid beating yet. I was all sweat and adrenaline. I looked in all directions and thank God, still nobody else around.
I jumped back into my rig and tore off into the storm. The roads were covered in hail and the wind was trying it's hardest to knock me onto my side and then laugh at me as I lay helpless. The battle was on. I gripped the wheel tight and told my baby girl that we'll be there soon. She just looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and licked my leg, then curled up on her blanket and laid back down. She's a trucker dog. She's been on the truck since she was a 8 week old pup.
I drove on into the stormy night for another three hours, or about 150 miles. I pulled into a small mom and pop pothole laden truck stop just before the sun started to rise on this new day. I had been up all night running on fear, excitement and adrenaline. I was worn out and hungry. I decided to get a little sleep after walking my dog Brandy. After a few hours I walked inside the diner for some breakfast. Looking around as I walked for any cameras outside and seeing none. I also did not see any cops or feds around either.
The storm kept going but had stopped hailing and was just raining. I overheard the waitress tell some locals about a plane crash and a truck crash during the storm last night. No word on what kind of plane it was. Out there in the far remote reaches, they have volunteer firefighters. And all were busy last night. I went west, they came from the east which was the nearest town to the plane crash.
I ate my scrambled eggs with cheese, mushrooms and sausage, and drank my coffee. Listening intently to all the chatter around me. I couldn't help but sweat a little under my sweatshirt. I kept my poker innocent face and finished my meal. The rain was letting up and it would be dry by the time I pulled into Amarillo.
I placed a tip on the table and paid my bill and went back to my truck. I always save a bite of food for my dog. She greeted me enthusiastically as I opened my truck door. She gobbled her treat quickly before I could even get inside.
Once inside, I lifted my bed bunk to look at the money I stashed inside the large compartment. I hadn't even counted it yet. There must be at least a couple million I thought. I closed the bunk and did some thinking while I updated my log book. Book of lies they call it. I thought about weigh stations on my way to my final delivery. They have xrays machines that see inside your truck and trailer as you pass through.
And Texas cops have a tough reputation too. A long time tradition out here in the wild west.
A few miles down the road I pulled under a overpass and stopped my truck. Still no other vehicles in sight. Maybe the bridge would block the GPS tracking signal? I went to my bunk area, and thinking of the CSI tv show that I liked watching, especially the Miami one. I proceeded to put tape on my fingertips and pulled my long hair back and under a beanie hat.
I tore open the four bags of money. The cash was shrink wrapped in plastic. I tore off all the plastic and fanned through all the money. Making a mess. I grabbed a plastic box that I was using for clothes and dumped out the clothes.
I put the searched money in the box. And while searching it was easy to find their trackers. Placed between the cash like a playing card in a deck. After I searched all the money as fast and frantically as I could, I was satisfied that I got all the trackers. I was dripping in sweat and worried about my DNA, my hair, and my dog's hair. I'll take my chances. It's worth the risk.
I got out of the truck with the money bags, cash wrappers, and trackers and climbed up under the bridge. I stuffed it all as far up and under the bridge as I could. The storm raged on and my heart hadn't slowed it's rapid beating yet. I was all sweat and adrenaline. I looked in all directions and thank God, still nobody else around.
I jumped back into my rig and tore off into the storm. The roads were covered in hail and the wind was trying it's hardest to knock me onto my side and then laugh at me as I lay helpless. The battle was on. I gripped the wheel tight and told my baby girl that we'll be there soon. She just looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and licked my leg, then curled up on her blanket and laid back down. She's a trucker dog. She's been on the truck since she was a 8 week old pup.
I drove on into the stormy night for another three hours, or about 150 miles. I pulled into a small mom and pop pothole laden truck stop just before the sun started to rise on this new day. I had been up all night running on fear, excitement and adrenaline. I was worn out and hungry. I decided to get a little sleep after walking my dog Brandy. After a few hours I walked inside the diner for some breakfast. Looking around as I walked for any cameras outside and seeing none. I also did not see any cops or feds around either.
The storm kept going but had stopped hailing and was just raining. I overheard the waitress tell some locals about a plane crash and a truck crash during the storm last night. No word on what kind of plane it was. Out there in the far remote reaches, they have volunteer firefighters. And all were busy last night. I went west, they came from the east which was the nearest town to the plane crash.
I ate my scrambled eggs with cheese, mushrooms and sausage, and drank my coffee. Listening intently to all the chatter around me. I couldn't help but sweat a little under my sweatshirt. I kept my poker innocent face and finished my meal. The rain was letting up and it would be dry by the time I pulled into Amarillo.
I placed a tip on the table and paid my bill and went back to my truck. I always save a bite of food for my dog. She greeted me enthusiastically as I opened my truck door. She gobbled her treat quickly before I could even get inside.
Once inside, I lifted my bed bunk to look at the money I stashed inside the large compartment. I hadn't even counted it yet. There must be at least a couple million I thought. I closed the bunk and did some thinking while I updated my log book. Book of lies they call it. I thought about weigh stations on my way to my final delivery. They have xrays machines that see inside your truck and trailer as you pass through.
And Texas cops have a tough reputation too. A long time tradition out here in the wild west.