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vegetarians now that you know the
truth?” Kimi asked through light laughter.
    “Yes we are.”
    “For how long?” Naomi inquired. She was surprised over
her youngest daughters’ reaction to learning the truth about
some of the animals on the farm.
    “Forever!” Spoonie and Tyke replied in unison.
    “Thank you, Walee, for letting me and Spoonie all know about
Mister Spots and his friends,” Tyke added.
    “Glad to help out,” Walee responded as he himself bit
into a rib, satisfied that he wasn’t going to get into trouble
for revealing to Spoonie and Tyke what every other family member had
being knowing for years now.
    On top of that, his sneaking to boil a couple of wieners and eat hot
dogs while he played his Playstation would remain intact. This was a
typical day on the ranch for the Holland-Dawkins family, each day was
different, but it was always interesting.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    CHAPTER THREE
    OUT THE GATE
    A black, stretched Mercedes Benz AMG limousine with mirror tint sat
beside a hangar off the runway of Loveland Municipal airport just,
south of Fort Collins, Colorado, as a black Gulfstream G200 Corporate
jet rolled to a halt. The door opened and forty-three year-old JunJie
Maruyama exited the plane followed by his son Phillip Tran, his
godson Grover Kobayashi, and his associate from Illinois. The men,
fresh off a flight from Seattle, were all dressed in $4,000 dollar
custom made silk suits and matching $2,500 dollar shoes and all were
holding either a briefcase or a duffel bag.
    When he saw the men riding towards him in a golf cart, thirty-one
year-old Montoya Spencer, A.K.A. Asa Spade, stepped out the back of
the limousine with the cousins, Percy and Douglas ‘Dougie’
Hunt following his lead. Asa Spade and his crew were decked out in
the finest silk linens and leather shoes also; they waited patiently
beside the limousine for the men to arrive.
    “Mister Spade,” JunJie said through a smile as he and his
clan exited the golf cart a couple of minutes later, “it’s
nice to meet you under much better circumstances. It wasn't long ago,
my friend, that you were under the care of my doctor.”
    “The wounds are still healing, but I’m far better than I
was a few months ago.”
    “I want you to meet someone,” JunJie said as he stepped
aside to let his associate come into view. “This is the man
that will be behind your transport. His name is Finland Xavier.”
    Forty-six year-old Finland Xavier’s first impression of Asa
Spade was that of a petty criminal, but it wasn’t a slight
against the man. He’d just seen Asa’s kind too many times
to count inside Cook County Courthouse. Asa’s associates, who
appeared to be in their early twenties, seemed to be from the
streets, too; but it was what Fin was expecting to see because he
knew he would be encountering drug dealers who were at least three
levels beneath him and JunJie; but if he was being introduced to
these people by JunJie himself, Finland knew these men were to be
some major players in the trafficking operation that was beginning to
expand into Colorado.
    “Mister Spade, I’ve heard nothing but good things about
you, sir.” Finland remarked as he extended his hand.
    “Can’t say the same, but it’s good to meet you,”
Asa Spade responded in kind.
    Asa’s first impression of Finland Xavier was that of a somewhat
shady character. He was a square in his eyes; a man that would
possibly cave under pressure. He was JunJie’s guy, though, so
Asa didn’t let on that he really didn’t like Finland
Xavier from the outset.
    “Shall we ride and talk? Denver is about an hour’s drive
or so south of here.” Asa stated as he extended his hand
towards the limousine.
    Once inside the car, the group immediately got down to business.
Twenty-five year-old Grover Kobayashi, a husky Japanese with a head
full of stringy black hair and a thin mustache, opened his briefcase
and turned it around and put ten kilograms