It’s easy enough to find a courthouse around here, but then after having a friendly discussion with the lady workin’ the front desk, it turns out tha’ the case I’m lookin’ for was done all the way in Washington DC. I kind of don’t even want to bother going that far for it, unless I can get some other business done while I’m at it.
If there’s more than one thing I’m good at though, it’s figuring out how to make money, and having a bunch of guns. Those things are well regulated over in DC, for some reason or another, so they’re hard to come by. Hard to come by means expensive, and I can take advantage of that. I tell my guys to rent a truck. No, not a Ford, one of those big ones. With lots of wheels. We’re gonna load it up with a bunch of our guns an’ bullets, then cover that with cheese. A couple of the more patient guys are gonna get loaded in too, an’ they’re all going to take shifts driving. I want this truck to DC on the double, without drawing any attention at all. Not even a mile over the speed limit. After they get there, they’re going to need to call me, so I can tell ‘em what to do next.
They’ll get there eventually. Depending on what’s goin’ on when they do, I might just make some cash or I might not have come up with anything interesting, in which case the stuff they’ll be unloading’ll be a bit hot.
That taken care of, I head back to my office.