I wondered briefly what these fools drove in the winter before Ken brought us to a stop. Trouble babe, might want to slip a gun into that sling. George tell the others to arm themselves, discreetly. There appeared to be a dozen riders, a few female but mostly men. They appeared heavily armed so we'd play along for the time being. A rather large man had a bull horn he was rather fond of. "Shut off the trucks and get out slowly with your hands up." You ever tried to get out of anything with your hands up? No? Well, give it a whirl next time you get the chance. "Oh for heavens sake. This is really starting to piss me off." "Just do what they say for the time being, JD. We'll get out of this." What are we doing JD? Do we do what they say? George asked. For the time being, we play along George. Ken, you getting any of this? Yea, but I don't like it. Neither do we but right now we have no choice. So we did what they said. They lined us up beside the trailers with some rather impressive guns pointed at us while they checked out the trailers. "Where did you get this stuff?" asked one rather large, leather-clad man with the greenest teeth I'd ever seen. I could smell him six feet away but I couldn't tell if it was body odor or bad breath. "You really shouldn't wear leather in this heat. Unless you're shooting to loose some weight which..." "Shut up bitch." "Dudley!
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