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Chapter Nineteen: The Range

10 Aug
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BTW when you are done reading this chapter. If you think thinking is fun; if you think philosophy should be for everyone try reading TheMapThinker.com

 

 

 

 

It was days before I got my big chance. Good. I was afraid it would be weeks. I parked way down in the trees. Once again a mile or more away.

There was an out-of-the-way shooting range. Not official. Just a place people took their guns out and took pot shots at targets. Far enough out-of-town no one cared. On a piece of property no one knew if it were owned or not.

Odd about the headlines. They talked about the animals being released. The difficulty in retrieving them, and the vaccines that were missing.

Nothing about the tranquilizers that had been taken or the lethal injections, or the tranquilizer guns used to shoot syringes rather than bullets. None of that had been mentioned. Maybe they did not want to scare the public.

Was that why they claimed it had been done by animal rights activists? Or did they really think a group of animal rights activists had done it?

The cops have the right to lie you. You don’t have the right to lie to a cop. That is an unfair advantage.

But they can’t beat you up with rubber hoses and make you say anything either. If you are smart enough to shut up and demand a lawyer you can even the odds out a little.

So assume the cops are lying. Trying to make themselves look good. That means they know there was no animal rights group involved. It also means they either don’t know what went on or they have a pretty good idea someone was after the tranquilizers and lethal injection stuff.

Gonna save the lethal injection stuff for future needs. If there is a future need. Only going to use the tranquilizer crap once. Hopefully today.

But it wasn’t that day or the next.

When it did happen I was almost asleep at my post.

It was early, barely daylight. An old beat up car, that sounded more like an eighteen wheeler than an automobile, eased up the dirt road and stopped just inside the clearing.

A long-haired, bearded guy about twenty-five got out of the car. Looked around as though he were making sure no one was around. No one was. Too early for honest folk to bother coming out here. He knew that. I knew that. It was Tuesday, a work day too.

No way for him to see me. I was tucked up on a low hill peeking at him from behind a bush, through its twiggy branches.

My breath caught when I saw the guns he was looking at in his trunk. I’d hit pay dirt. He looked around, once again to make sure no one was watching, chose one, took it out of the trunk, closed the lid.

His back was to me.

I focused the rifle on him. If I understood the instructions right there was enough in here to down a large dog. Hopefully it would tranquillize him. If it didn’t put him completely out it would give me time for another shot.

All I had to do was hit him.

Aim for the biggest part of the person. His back was to me. That made it easier. I didn’t want to kill him. I didn’t want anyone to make a connection between what happened here and the dog pound.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled the trigger.

Dammit. Missed. No. Wait. Missed his back.

The man straightened up. Looked behind him as though he expected to see something at his heels, like a dog. As he turned I saw the glint of the needle in his calf.

Oh, boy, was I going to need some practice in marksmanship.

He looked all around and acted woozy. Then sat on the edge of the trunk. Then he kind of half lay against the side of it as though he were going to rest.

Hiding my equipment I went over to him. He wasn’t responsive. It was easy to roll him into the trunk. I wanted to get him out of there. So I drove the car ten miles down river to a secluded place.

He had thrown up in the trunk. He was alive but he was a waste. He did not resist when I led him out to the water, into the water. When the water reached his waist he slid out of my grasp and floated downstream.

When I went back to the car I checked out everything there. More than I needed. Plus some drugs. What kind of an idiot puts drugs and guns into the same car at the same time? Once again I concealed everything. I could come back later. Right now I needed to muddle things up and get clear.

So I drove the car upstream, not that far from the shooting range. I left just enough drugs in the car so they would think whatever had happened was drug related.

If they thought he had drowned they would start their hunt miles above where he actually went into the water. Hopefully by the time they found him they wouldn’t be able to connect the dots between the animal tranquilizer and his death.

Time to walk out of there and go pick up the pieces I’d left concealed here and there.

You wouldn’t think becoming a murderer would take so much walking. Seems like a person has to be in good shape to kill people. Maybe I better start going to a gym.

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