never ending move

I followed the thin gray wires from my house out the back door. They led across the freshly plowed field before disappearing into the barn. Through the barn window, I could see at least two of them. Surely, Jimmy would have sent more than this I thought, but now was not the time to try to psychoanalyze the crazy bastard. I drew my weapon, aimed at the electrical meter on the back of the house and squeezed off three rounds. The first shattered the meter glass and exited out the back. They’d later find it stuck in a tomato juice can in the refrigerator. The second round hit the main feed and everything went black. The third one was simply to put some ground between us. Rolling under the flatbed truck, I waited. When I had walked through my house, I had seen a couple pounds of C-4 waiting to welcome me; to bad for them, their lookout had blinked. Now I was hoping that by cutting off the electricity they would have nothing to set off the charges with. I needed my house for at least another 20 minutes. I heard the barn door creek as the first huge lug of a man came charging towards the house shooting continuous rounds into the old wooden structure. I had already attached the silencer to my weapon and he went down fast and quietly. More shots came from the barn, whizzing past, heading towards some random sudden stop.

The other stayed put. It was now a waiting game, one in which he could be reasonably sure his man had not killed me since no communications came. No, he knew I was still out here, and without the power being on he had the darkness working for him just as much as I did. They’d later find him in the loft, out of bullets and ready to go into their custody. Jail seemed a better then facing me without bullets.

I waited a couple of minutes, and crawled to the end of the truck. Standing up I could see the flicker from a lighter as he headed up into the loft so I made my move. Inside the house, I worked very quickly. I pulled up the loose floorboard in the dining room and lifted two suitcases out. Opening the first one, I pulled out and set up a timer gun which would shoot a round every ten minutes to make sure he did not try to follow me. The second one left with me………

Being a fugitive from both the underworld and now the witness protection program was going to hard, but I was not left many choices. I walked down the street and unlocked a non-descript garage I rented. I got in the old truck and pulled out, heading south, finding myself on the run again.