JackMoz
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It was one of those towns that if you blinked more than once, you would miss it as you drove right through.
Greenville, somewhere or other. Just another small farming community that was less than 2000 people in the last Census, and would probably be less than 1000 in the next. It had all the schools for the surrounding farms, a grocery store/gas station and probably a couple of restaurants that were only open on the weekend and probably served the best something or other in the tri-state area.
Jack would have probably drove right through the town without stopping, but he was heading to one of the organization's hidey holes, and it was always good manners to bring fresh food and a filled tank, rather than mooch on what was already there.
It was almost eight o'clock on a Sunday night, and Jack thought this was probably one of those towns that rolled up its sidewalks at nine. So now was the best time to get in and out.
Up ahead Jack saw a large lit sign that proudly announced "Granny's Gas and Go." Jack pulled his late model dark tan Impala up next to the gas pumps and got out. The first thing he noticed was the pumps didn't take credit or debit cards. The second thing he noticed was that the pumps were analog. Last bastion against modern civilization, Jack thought to himself, as he got out of the car and stretched.
Jack was a nondescript man, which is how he preferred it. He was a little short of five foot ten, had thick dark hair and lightly tanned skin, two days growth on his face, was lanky, and wore jeans, denim jacket and a gray T-shirt that could come out of any low-end department store. His arms weren't overly muscular, but had the look of someone whose life kept him fit, and not time spent at the gym. His boots were the only thing that looked as if he had spent any money on. They were solid outdoor boots that could get a man anywhere, and they looked both broken in and well taken care of.
Jack subtly patted the gun inside his jacket before heading into the store. Not that he was expecting trouble, but you stayed out of trouble by always expecting it.
Greenville, somewhere or other. Just another small farming community that was less than 2000 people in the last Census, and would probably be less than 1000 in the next. It had all the schools for the surrounding farms, a grocery store/gas station and probably a couple of restaurants that were only open on the weekend and probably served the best something or other in the tri-state area.
Jack would have probably drove right through the town without stopping, but he was heading to one of the organization's hidey holes, and it was always good manners to bring fresh food and a filled tank, rather than mooch on what was already there.
It was almost eight o'clock on a Sunday night, and Jack thought this was probably one of those towns that rolled up its sidewalks at nine. So now was the best time to get in and out.
Up ahead Jack saw a large lit sign that proudly announced "Granny's Gas and Go." Jack pulled his late model dark tan Impala up next to the gas pumps and got out. The first thing he noticed was the pumps didn't take credit or debit cards. The second thing he noticed was that the pumps were analog. Last bastion against modern civilization, Jack thought to himself, as he got out of the car and stretched.
Jack was a nondescript man, which is how he preferred it. He was a little short of five foot ten, had thick dark hair and lightly tanned skin, two days growth on his face, was lanky, and wore jeans, denim jacket and a gray T-shirt that could come out of any low-end department store. His arms weren't overly muscular, but had the look of someone whose life kept him fit, and not time spent at the gym. His boots were the only thing that looked as if he had spent any money on. They were solid outdoor boots that could get a man anywhere, and they looked both broken in and well taken care of.
Jack subtly patted the gun inside his jacket before heading into the store. Not that he was expecting trouble, but you stayed out of trouble by always expecting it.
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