A Piercing Aquaintance

‘’Well duh!’’ Hameed realized Master Charles, not only having foiled his, ‘jihad’, likely would tell the cops all, even if he wasn’t a cop himself — Even if he was a ‘trusted’ opium dealer, ‘faggot!’ slaver; so, knowing where the other warehouse was, it would almost certainly be raided that very night. ‘’Damn!’’ Thankfully the abductees weren't in it, but still too close.   

So, he decided to change his plans. He slapped upon the wheel of the short bus, mad at himself for not just killing Master Charles — Now, the corner store, the Tang, not to mention his good opium trade in this area was ruined. When he could have just blown ‘faggot’ Charles’s head off! 

He’d hoped that the Jihad would go on with the hostages till morning, at least — which would have given him time; yet alas, since things had fallen apart, he had to act even faster. 

He decided to send his wife with the slave boys on the sea plane to Venezuela; while, he would relocate the other abductees to another potential slave house he maintained with his brother in Tampa, FL himself.  ‘Only trust your family!’

He also would take the slave boy, Paul, with him to Florida; since, he intended to keep him for himself, and could put the boy in safe hands with the other abductees at his half brother’s till he returned. His second wife could manage the new arrivals.

That business fronted as a used tire warehouse business in an unpopulated sparsely populated depressed industrial area on the outskirts of town. No one would hear any one screaming from  there. It sported stacks of thousands of old tires as a fence around the 5 acre lot behind razor wire.

He could then take a flight from there to meet his first wife and reimpose his authority of the slave property and find the best buyers. 

He’d have to spend another day in Pakistan to get new identity papers, and get re-approved as an officially vetted Muslim immigrant; that wouldn’t take long— and change his age five years younger! 

‘Damn! The cost  of doing business.’’ he muttered to himself.

As he spoke, national ‘Main Stream Media’ was being alerted to the attempted terrorist attack, where there were already three or four dead, and people running around freaked out — and he’d have to drive the short bus right back through there! 

It’d only been 2 minutes since seeing Ahmed melting before his eyes. ‘’Thank Allah that Master Charles hadn’t thrown  the acid upon me!’’

He saw the sea plane waiting as he pulled to within 50yards of it to waters edge, and explained his plans to his wife as she sat with a gun trained upon them.

He cut Slave’s neck zip tie that tied the slave to the other boys; and literally kicked the asses of the others to get them moving toward plane. The man was in a hurry.

He zip tied slave’s neck to the stainless steel grab bar of one of  the bus’s seats and tore back through the trail back toward the jihad disaster — at least he could run over any opposition. 

As the short-bus reemerged onto the gravel drive it was odd no one stood in his way, but it’s only been 4 minutes. Hameed wasted no time, though, and tore down the drive, fish tailing, onto the highway. 

There was a car parked at the entrance where two concrete entrance gates stood, and Hameed stopped, backed fast to ram it. He pushed the wreck to block the drive. He then floored it out down the high way such as the bus could do. He  turned upon the main highway just in time to see a train of flashing lights speeding to where he’d just turned. He breathed  sigh of relief and looked over at  his new property;

''In a few minutes I'm going to seed your ass good right where you are.''

Master Charles had run to his basement to get the ATV after tending to some of his guests and talking with Shelly and Alpha. He’d seen the bus head into the logging road. He assumed they were going to connect with a boat; so, he’d  frantically called to have police cars block all the ramps and marina exits in the area — and he was shocked  to see the bus re-emerge just as he ended the call. The garage door was painfully slow to open, and where were the keys to the van!? — Where was Alpha!!  

He was still bare foot so he couldn’t kick start the Harley, so he scrambled to get  his boots — He prayed the bus was going to that warehouse of abductees he suspected — but where was slave? — He saw into bus as it barreled past and it appeared empty except for driver. Then he saw the sea plane fly over seconds later. 

He immediately got back on the phone to relay that new information of  the sea plane.

Then Biddy walks in with a limp. ‘’ We need to lock down this place. 'Keep people from going anywhere till all the evidence is collected and everyone here interviewed; it’s a crime scene!’’