June 12, 2008

Sunday morning

I woke up later than I intended to. I decided not to give in to any weakness by checking for information being made public on my progress. I readied myself for the next phase by telling her that I was going to pick something good up for a nice lunch. We discussed the menu and decided on mexican. I thought that this one might prove to be difficult. I had dreamt the plan the night before and it seemed like it would work, but I don’t put much faith in dreams. I made the drive in time, ordering the food on the way then parking a little way down the road and walking the remainder of the distance off the road so I wouldn’t be spotted. I watched the house for a while then walked across the yard and placed a whistling bird paperweight on the gas tank. After making my way back to the wood line of the yard I settled in. I made sure the explosive rounds were loaded correctly and waited. When they came out in time for the commute to church I watched as they stared at the paperweight with odd looks. A brief conversation later, he began walking toward the two hundred fifty gallons of propane that heated the water they bathed in, the house they lived in and the food they consumed. When everyone was in place I said, “Good”. I kept my head down until the debris had settled. I noticed, with surprise, that most of the house was gone, they must’ve had a recent delivery. After making it back to the car I headed in the opposite direction of a local fire station I knew to be just a few miles away. Some back roads and twisting turns leading to the interstate put me close to the restaurant. I picked up the food without much issue and headed toward home. I thought about which movie we could watch after we ate before we had to go to her mother’s house for the usual Sunday visit.

6 comments:

Jules said...

I like the progression but you know that I have little patience. I am curious to find out the why of it. Don't give in to my whining though. It would be like reading the last page of a book half way through...cheating.

Clay Perry said...

and you would know all about cheating....

The Angry Georgian said...

Just one question. Where were the explosive rounds? Were they in the whistling bird paperweight or did you throw them after you made sure they were all in place? If they were in the paperweight, you couldn't have made sure they were in place without making yourself known.
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HeartofGoldPlate said...

I definitely (Don't hate.) this.

Jules said...

Um, well. Yes, cheating...don't hate. :0)

Clay Perry said...

i am trying not to get to specific about weaponry that he's using at this point, but the rounds were .308 fired from his rifle that he carried through the woods to the edge of the yard, impact exploding rounds, you can order them shotgun news