Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Yep Rikdev50's, agent Goose, as Life Goes On. What a deal !

I tossed my overnight bag in and mounted the passenger seat. Nick steered us out the exit and drove us straight to a private airstrip. He parked next to a twin prop and we loaded our gear.

I was honest, " Nick, I've never flown in anything this small ! Are you sure that's it's safe and ...."

Nick fired her up, " Just buckle up and relax ! We'll be in Saint Louis, in no time and back here, before you know it. "

So, Nick radioed the tower and we taxied down the runway. Yep, the next thing I knew, we were airborne and in the clouds. Nick fingered his cellphone and chatted away. I tried not to ease drop, but heard most of it. Yep something, about we'd be there, around 10pm, St Louis time and for them to expect us.

Nick flipped it shut, " Hand me that map. See here ? We'll stop there and fuel. They have great Mexican food and ..."

I panicked, " Aren't you suppose to be watching the road or something ? "

Nick laughed, " It's on autopilot and don't worry so much ! I've got over 200 hours flight time and never had a close call. Oh ! If you have any questions, now is the time to ask me. "

I rubbed my chin, " Alright ! What's TLX got to do with this and how did Ed get involved ? I mean, how much does he know ? "

Nick fed me answers, " All TLX knows, is that their assisting the NII. You know who they are, don't you ? The National Insurance Institute ! "

I thought back, " Yeah ! When I was a detective, they use to hold seminars and stuff. Uh, they had different divisions, auto theft bureau, insurance fraud, uh, and a few other things. I can't remember all of it. "

Nick grinned, " Well, did you ever think about it ? I mean, who they were and what they did. Were they a private agency or a government agency ? Who funded them and what were their goals ? "

I thought back, " If I remember, it was a private organization. Yeah, it was made up of several different insurance companies and they worked with law enforcement. They had their own national computer system and it was tied in, with the NCIC system, the FBI, all the States, and ..."

Nick nodded, " They are and we work for them ! Well, sort of ! You see, it works like this ! The NII is funded and owned, by private insurance companies. They contract out most of their work to companies like mine. "

I was lost, " I thought you said, that you worked for the CIA ? "

Nick's eyes sparkled, " We do ! You see, it's true that the NII is and always has been a legal organization. They don't have police powers or anyway to enforce laws. All they can do is collect information and pass it on. Well, that's where we come in. We contract, with them and investigate things that our government agencies messed up, missed, or let fall through the cracks. "

I was really confused, " Well, if your working for them, where does the CIA fit in and what's that got to do with..."

Nick adjusted a knob, " Well, it's like this ! What if ? Just say, what if ? What if our government tried to collect private information on private citizens ? Now, I'm not talking, about drivers license, or social security, income tax, and stuff like that. I'm talking, about collecting private information to gain insight into all sorts of things. "

I guessed, " You mean, like the FBI did on citizens, back in the Nixon days and there was a big stink ! I remember some of that, but mostly from what I read about. There was a law passed.."

Nick held up his thumb, " Bingo ! No federal or law enforcement agency can spy on any citizen, without just cause and supported by oath. You know, they have to get search warrants and have a magistrates sign them. They can't do much of anything ! They can't wiretap, setup surveillance, try to infiltrate organizations and if they do... "

I butted in, " Fruits of the poisonous tree ! The courts will throw out the evidence and the accused walks ! I see, where your going with this, but there's a problem. Remember ? Who was it ? Gordon Lip Pee, or whoever it was and the Water Gate ..."

Nick laughed, " That was back then and things are different now ! You'll see and understand things better, when you get the whole picture. "

So, we gabbed and shot the breeze, as time flew by. Well, the plane flew and we ... Well you know, what I mean. Anyway we set down, somewhere and ate platters of nachos and cheese. A few hours later, aided by runway lights, we reached St Louis and Nick taxied around. A dark black Suburban, with tinted windows greeted us. Yep I was in deep, but didn't know in what. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Hope Barney isn't in for a cavity search.

 

Ya know BD he may be in for one... they might just replace one of his old cavities with a hidden mic and or camera... Just remember Agent Goose keep your mouth shut and don't talk... LOL

 

Dukesdad smells something, Big Duker warns of cavity searches and Rikdev50's thinks we should keep our mouths shut. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

The Suburban raced down the freeway and exited off, turned left, made a right, went under an overpass, and parked next to a rail car. Yep, it was a rail yard, complete with tracks, trains, locomotives, dinging bells, flashing lights, and train whistles. We collected our gear and climbed aboard. It was one of them silver passenger train cars, 100' feet long, 12' foot wide, had dark tinted windows, and was fancy inside. The front section was the war room. You know, it had a large screen tv, several computers, metal desk, wall maps, file cabinets, and rows of seats, like a Blue Hound bus. I sat on the front row, as Nick took the floor. The other agents quieted down and our briefing began. A large face was projected across the silver screen and a red dot appeared on it's forehead.

Nick pointed his laser pen, " This is our target ! His name is, Tom Dually, white male, age 32, 5'11, 170 lbs, tats include, swastika on back, burning cross on forearm, mother on bicep, and SS on his neck. Is the leader of a group known, as the Meat Heads of America. It's a white supremacy organization, that claims over 200 members and it's goal is to overthrow the US government. Our mission is to neutralize him and disband his group. Blah, blah, blah... "

So, as Nick blahed away, my mind voices entertained me. Let's see, this is a pretty nice seat. I wonder, if it reclines ? Hmm..., pull that lever, lean back, and here we go. Man ! This is neat ! I wonder, what this button does ? Holy cow, it's vibrating. Feel that ? My cheeks are like Jello in an earthquake. Man, it'd be nice to lay on my belly and do this. Stand up Barney ! Why ? Nick just said, for you to stand up ! No he didn't ! Oh, I guess he did.

I stood up, " Hi fellas ! "

Nick continued, " This is Barney Goose and he's volunteered to infiltrate the Meat Heads. I've known Barney and he's more than qualified. We were in the MPs together, he's an x-cop, has worked undercover, and knows how to handle himself. Don't let Barney's appearance fool you ! He's a trained killer and any man here is welcome to test his grit ! "

I frowned and growled, " Grrrr ! Grrr ! "

So, Nick put a leash on me and trotted me down the aisle. The fellas shook my paw, scratched behind my ears and welcomed me aboard. Anyway, the briefing ended and the agents all turned in. Yep, behind the war room was their sleeping quarters. You know, nice big bunk beds lined the walls and had sleeper curtains that folded shut. Nick twisted the neck off the Wild Turkey and poured us a round. I took a gulp and lit up a smoke.

Nick fingered the computer, " See this ? That's his rig and he's not five miles from here ! "

I blew smoke, " Man ! That's a good picture ! Is that off a surveillance camera, or what is that ? "

Nick cheesed, " That's a military satellite image ! Here I can zoom in and get closer. See ! That's his Peter Built and it's hooked to that trailer. He's parked on the back row and .. "

I took another swig, " That looks like a TLX trailer ! "

Nick nodded, " It is ! They stole it yesterday and will head out as soon, as you get there. My guess is, you'll drive it to their hid out and load up there. "

I had to ask, " How do you know, all of that ? I mean, ..."

Nick enlightened me, " I told you, that we have an operative on the inside. He's going to introduce you and get you ... "

I was half joking, " GET ME KILLED ! Man ! Nick this is crazy ! I mean, if you already have someone inside and know.. "

Nick's eyes flashed, " We've got to catch him red handed ! The FBI, ATF, and everyone else has tried, but he's good Barney ! "

I used reason, " Why not, just bust him now ? I mean, ..."

Nick explained, " What for ? Theft of an empty trailer ? Hell, he'd get six months probation and you know it ! No ! We're going to do it right and here's how. You'll agree, to drive for him and make that run. Once your in Idaho and ... "

I caught that, " I Dee Hoe ! What the hell... "

Nick spoke over me, " That's where their headquarters is at. Now, listen to me and understand something ! My operative on the inside is one of their members and he wants out ! He doesn't have a CDL and used that as an excuse. He'll introduce you, as an x-cell mate of his. I've got your alias CDL and everything you'll need. "

I flipped my ashes, " Peachy, just peachy ! You want me to drive a stolen rig to Idaho, filled with, who knows what and ...."

Nick dropped his bomb, " Oh, we know what it is ! It's enough materials to blow up the State of Texas with ! If we don't stop him now ! Hell, he's already killed two drivers, just to hijack their loads. We can't let him ... "

I gave in, " Alright ! Alright ! I'll do, what I can ! But Nick ! You have to give me your word. I can't afford to risk my life and be left ... "

Nick promised, " Barn ! I've got your back ! If anything happens, I'll be there and you can count on me ! "

So, we killed the Wild Turkey and shared old times. I really did like Nick and always had. Yep, he was dedicated and set in his ways. You know, wanting to save the world and all of that. Now, I on the other hand. Well I figured, that my cop days were over with and that I'd paid my dues. But hey ! You know what I mean, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

TRUST ME BARNEY-I GOT YOUR BACK!

 

That is too darn cute!

 

First, let's have a Big Snazzy welcome for Lilbit, our newest Snazzer member and I agree, that photo posted by Big Duker is too darn cute, as Life Goes On.

Early the next morning I showered and got myself ready. Yep, in the very back of the rail car were fully functional restrooms. You know, like the truck stops have, with small private showers, toilet and sink. Around noon Nick drove the Suburban to our meeting place. It was an abandoned housing complex that use to be home to welfare families. The windows were boarded up, gang slogan logos marked the brick walls, and broken glass covered the parking lot.

Nick slipped her in park, " He should be here anytime now. Are you all set ? "

I clutched my overnight bag, " I guess, I am, but this still doesn't feel right. "

Nick slapped my shoulder, " You'll do just fine and ... Oh, here he comes. "

So, the Peter Built bobtailed in and parked next to us. The driver was a short, thin, wiry punk, with a shaved head, pierced ears, and nervous as a cat. He glanced around before taking the backseat.

Nick made the introductions, " Rat Fink, this is Randy. You guys need to get your stories straight and we don't have much time. "

Rat Fink pointed at me, " He looks too old ! Randy's not but... "

Nick's eyes flashed, " You said, that they've never met Randy ! Hell, you haven't seen him in five years ! He'll do just fine ! "

I wasn't so sure, " Hey ! He might have a point ! I mean, ... "

Nick didn't want to hear it, " You've got your CDL and those release papers. If anyone says anything, just act your part and play along. "

Rat Fink spilled his guts, " I'm suppose to have Randy drive back to that truck stop and hook up that hot trailer. We can't load it until tonight and then I'm out of here ! When will I get my new ID and get relocated ? "

Nick exploded, " You don't get a #### thing, until this is over ! If you screwup, or try to play both sides, it'll be the last thing you do ! Do you understand ? "

Rat Fink pissed his pants, " Yes sir, I was just saying that... "

So, we were off to a good start. Yep, a lowlife snitch is all that stood between me and boot hill. Well, I'd been there before. No ! Not boot hill ! Well you know, what I mean. Anyway, I stowed my gear and checked out the ride. The old Peter Built had seen better days and showed over a million miles. Her red paint had faded to a light colored pink and she moaned, instead of purring. Rat Fink sat shotgun, as I jammed the gears. A few minutes later I backed under the trailer and gawked around. The truck stop was busy, with rigs rolling, drivers walking and lot lizards .. Well, lizarding ? ####, my spell check just shot me the finger. Oh well, where was I ? Oh uh, Rat Fink sat fidgeting, so I decided to break the ice.

I offered him a 100, " Here, have a smoke ! Now, help me to understand a few things. You and this guy Randy did time together, but... "

Rat Fink read my mind, " I got paroled a few years back and he got released, just a few months ago. Agent Nick told me, that he got killed in a car wreck and he's dead now. I guess, that's why your ... "

I blew smoke, " Yeah, that makes sense ! But, are you sure that none of the Meat Heads know him, or that he's dead ? "

Rat Fink inhaled, " No ! You cool and Randy never was a member. They kept all of us Meat Heads separated in the joint. We couldn't even do time in the same prison. Once I introduce you, your in ! They trust me and there's not going to be a problem. "

I had to ask, " I heard, that this guy Dually is a nut case ! What's the deal, with him ? Is he... "

Rat Fink defended him, " Tom's alright ! He's just careful and wants to run things right. He's never killed a white man... Well, unless he had to and didn't have a choice. You'll get along just fine, unless .... "

I got it, " Yeah, if he finds out. Well, let's make sure that he doesn't. What's your story ? How'd you windup getting involved ? "

Rat Fink was honest, " My daddy hated N-Words, my granddad did, his dad did and his dad did, before that ! I'm all for the cause and White Power will rule again and I believe that ! Those stinking, bunny rabbit, welfare, food stamp pimping, watermelon eating, disease ridden, ... "

I got the point, " Alright ! Why do you want out then ? I mean, .. "

Rat Fink hung his bald head, " It's my wife ! We found out that she has some ancestors that were. Well, non-white ! If they find out it's all over with and I've got my kids to worry about too ! "

So, I felt his pain and ... No ! I didn't ! I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. That was the stupidest thing, that I ever heard. I mean, where do these people come from ? What difference does it make ? Who the hell died and put them in charge ? What a bunch of Idiots ! Yep, the longer I heard his hate and listened to him. Well you know, what I mean ! Anyway, time slowly passed by and just about dark we headed out. Rat Fink pointed the way, as I spun the wheel. We ended up pulling into a dark alley that was hidden away behind an old factory. I pulled the yellow knob and she farted a good one. That's when a pair of headlights approached and my mind voices kicked in. Yep, they wanted to run and not look back. But hey ! That wasn't an option, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

The headlights dimmed to parking lamps and stopped a few feet in front of the Pete. Myself and Rat Fink greeted him between the two idling vehicles. There was a light drizzle, of misty rain falling and it was cool enough to see our breaths. You know, when we spoke, puffs of foggy air exited our mouths. Rat Fink and Dually gave each other a hug and back patting. I kept close to the Pete's grill and warmed my hands. Her engine sounds drowned out what was being said behind my back. I turned my head and recognized Tom Dually, right off. You know, from that picture of him that Nick had shown. Yep, close to six foot, early 30's, around 180 lbs, SS tattooed on his neck, and pale as paper. I couldn't see his other tats, because of his jacket. I guess, what surprised me was how goofy he looked. His neck was way too long, skinny, and curved. You know, it kind of made him look like a buzzard. Another thing that caught my eye was his front teeth. Well tooth, as in one long, silly looking, very distracting, odd thing, that hung down, below his lower lip and kind of stuck out. Yep, it was centered right in the middle of lips. You know, like when kids stick white straws, between their teeth and pretend to be walruses. Yep, if you were to remove one of the straws and cut it in half. Well you know, what I mean. Anyway, he approached me and we did the Roman handshake. You know, psalm together, fingers and thumbs wrapped, with elbows swinging.

Tom nodded, " My man Rat here says, that your good people ! I'm Tom Dually, President of the Meat Heads of America ! WHITE POWER ! "

I squeezed his hand, " WHITE POWER ! I'm Bar... Uh, .. Randy ! Rat Fink has told me all about you. "

Tom's lips puffed out foggy air, " You think, that rig can make it ? I mean, without breaking down, or causing us a problem ? "

I puffed back, " She needs to be serviced ! You know, oil and filters changed, belts tightened, brakes adjusted, and at least a set of steer tires. Their worn out and ... "

Tom had to ask, " How much will it cost and how long will that take ? "

I was honest, " Your looking at a few hundred bucks and around four hours labor. It depends on who does it and ... "

Tom pulled out a wad, " Here, this should be enough ! Now, back that trailer onto that dock over there. You can unhook, while we get things loaded. Get back here, as soon as you can. Hey Rat, why don't you stay here and help us. We need to get headed out, before daylight. "

Rat Fink protested, " I can't ! Remember ? That gun deal, I was telling you about and ...."

Tom Dually spat, " That can wait and you can do it later ! This is more important and we're pressed for time ! "

So, I left Rat Fink there, after backing on the dock. Yep, that old warehouse factory looked abandoned and was sure out to itself. Anyway, as I bobtailed away, an older white van swung in and several Skinheads hopped out. Yep I guessed, that was the lumpers and things were falling in place. I steered out the exit, hung a left and made it onto the freeway. A few exits down, I hung a right and pulled into to the the service bay. Nick was wearing a blue smock and standing behind the customer window.

I did a double take, " How'd you know, that I coming back here ? "

Nick grinned, " Two new steer tires and a full service ! Come on back here, we need to talk. "

So, we sat in the break room and cut it up. Nick was full of news and I was all ears. Yep, he'd heard every word spoken and knew more than I did. According to him, Tom Dually had bought my story hook line and sinker, but there was a problem. Yep, poor Rat Fink wasn't as lucky. Somehow, word got out that Fink's wife was non-white. So, Dually and his Skinheads were busy taking care of it. You know, killing Rat Fink, his wife and kids, plus loading that trailer up with high explosives.

I was a gassed, " Your telling me that, you knew and let .... "

Nick swore, " No ! We didn't know ! Well, not until it was too late. We had no idea, they snuffed out the family last night and waited until you left, before doing Fink. They still think, that your alright and ... "

I lit up, " This is NUTS ! I'm not doing one more thing and.... "

Nick egged me on, " Just play along and this will be over, before you know it. Once those explosives are in their compound. Well, we'll have them dead to rights and put them away ! "

So I gave in, but still didn't like it. You know, those Idiots were playing for keeps and if they'd kill one of their own, plus his wife and kids. Well you know, what I mean, as Life Goes On.

Nightie Night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Oh man, we got explosives, Sabre Tooth Skinheads, Cool Hand Nick, Barney, cold beer, and who knows what else. I can't help but think---
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