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that.”
         “Slade isn’t gonna like a lot of things. For now let’s worry about what I don’t like. I don’t like being ordered to do a run in the middle of the night. I don’t like be ratted out to the cops. I don’t like assholes putting their hands on me and shoving guns in my face. So give me one reason why I shouldn’t fucking waste you right now?”
         “Slade will kill you. Plus you’d be starting a cross-border gang war.”
         “So, you’d still be dead. Slade kills me, what do I give a fuck if they all want to kill each other. Do you want to be dead?” Tony asked.
         “It’s gonna happen sooner or later. Part of this job, man.”
         “Unload the truck.”
         Tony stepped back while the two men unloaded the bodies from the truck, and then the crates. They got extra crates and stuffed the police officers’ bodies into them.
         “Is that my return truck?” Tony asked pointing at an empty box truck.
         “That’s it. So you gonna shoot us or what? You know if you don’t, I’m calling Slade as soon as you leave here.”
         Tony lowered the rifle and fired a shot into the man’s ankle. He topple d to the ground screaming.
         “Fuck! You motherfucker! You fucking shot me!”
         “I sure did. So go call Slade.” Tony turned and walked to the truck, started it up and pulled out. He purposely raced toward both men, forcing them to dive out of the way before he hit them. He raced through the gates and toward the border. As he drove, he pounded the steering wheel and screamed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually screamed or showed any kind of emotion to that extent. The scream became more of a primal howl the longer it went. For the first time in decades, Tony felt alive.

Chapter 13
     
         The sun was coming up by the time Tony pulled into Ramos Medical Supplies. He should have been exhausted, but he was so wired he didn’t think he could sleep again. When he shut off the truck, a large man came walking out carrying a duffel bag. Tony climbed out of the truck as the man glared at him. Tony was only five foot seven inches tall and this guy towered over him. In addition to his height, the guy looked like he was solid muscle.
         “I’m Slade,” the man said. “I’m your boss.”
         “Well hi, I guess. I’m not sure if it’s nice to meet you just yet.”
         “Benito called me.”
         “Who is Benito?”
         “He’s the guy you shot in the leg last night. You really did kill those cops.”
         “Yeah. Apparently you all didn’t believe me. Maybe from now on you will,” Tony said.
         “Maybe you’re right. You killed one of Benito’s men.”
         “They were pointing guns at me. I don’t like guns pointed at me.”
         “Those are our business associates. They want me to kill you. Blood for blood.”
         “Look,” Tony said. “I’m not gonna sit here and bullshit you and act all badass. You know I’m new to all of this. I drive a Volkswagen. Up until last week, my life was incredibly boring and uneventful. The most dangerous thing I did all day was eating the churros from the snack bar at work. So I’m not totally familiar with whatever street rule or whatever the hell it is you guys live buy. It wasn’t exactly covered in my new employee orientation. I’ve done everything you guys have wanted me to do. My reward for that has been money yes, but also being beaten, having guns shoved in my face and having cops called on me. So based on what little I know of this way of life; now mind you my knowledge of this sort of thing comes from shit like ‘Scarface’ and ‘Goodfellas’. Based on that little knowledge you people seem to be all about respect. Respect is based on strength in this world. So, when that asshole with the gun in my face thought I was too scared and weak to pay attention to, I took the gun away and