Chapter 3 Getting a life
I had taken one of the cars
available for my own use and drove towards Las Vegas, but stopped for
gas and provisions at a roadside gas station. I didn’t plan on going
straight to Vegas, but wanted first to meditate and do some soul searching
away from everyone. The murmur of voices was always in my head, no matter
how forceful a shield I put up. Out in the desert it should be a bit
less noticeable, at least I hoped so.
I stopped on a dirt road a
few miles to the side of the main highway and after eating and drinking
a bit I sat down to use my power on myself in an attempt to learn more
about what I had become. I already knew that I was quite a strong Telepath
and Telekinetic, but how strong and what else? I just wanted to know.
I also wanted to get some rest from all the voices and noise in my head.
As I meditated using my telepathic
power to find my inner self, I didn’t find anything at first. Instead
there was something else there, but it eluded me for now. Then I felt
like someone was watching me. ‘Did some telepath find me? Am I
vulnerable to an attack?’ Slowly I began to see a few shapes,
they weren’t very coherent at first, but gained clarity within moments.
They were the orderlies Steve and Herb, but I killed the body of one
and the mind of the other! They came at me silently at first, though
their mouths were saying something. Then the sound came, “Why did
you do this to us?”
I snarled, “And why shouldn’t
I have done it? You miscreants were torturing people for fun. It was
time someone held you responsible.”
“No one appointed you Judge,
Jury and Executioner,” said Steve. “You are just as bad or even
worse than us.”
“That may be so,” I replied,
“but I didn’t even kill you. I just gave you a taste of what I always
have to endure. Someone should’ve helped me cope with that, instead
of locking me up in an asylum to be toyed with by sadists like you two.”
Herb, or at least a ghostlike
figure like him, came near me, “Well you did kill me, and I’m not
gonna let you get away with it. I’m gonna haunt you for the rest of
“Well, do your worst.”
I snarled, “I can’t undo it and I did what I felt you deserved.”
With that I mentally swiped an arm through them and they evaporated.
I knew it wouldn’t be the last I saw of them, but for now they seemed
to be gone.
I turned my meditation back
into myself and expanded my telepathic senses. It was time for me to
find out how strong I really was with my telepathic power.
Trance was sitting at his desk
in the Nexus when he felt someone enter his telepathic range. It was
quite familiar too, he had felt the signature of this telepath a few
times before, but only briefly and it had given him the chills. He also
felt something that could best be described as psychic death cries associated
with the outburst of this telepathic presence.
Trance put up a shield or barrier
against any mental attack and thought, *Who are you, and can I help
*Who are you, that you can
hear my telepathic voice?* The unknown telepath replied.
*I’m Trance, I’m with a
group that want to help people with certain powers.* Trance sent back.
I was surprised that I was
contacted by a powerful telepath, as soon as I extended my telepathic
senses. ‘Who is this Trance and can I trust him? His name doesn’t
give me any reason to trust him. Better play it safe.’ *My name
is Mindcontrol and I don’t want to be helped. Leave me alone.*
The man who called himself
Trance sent back, *I beg to differ, Mindcontrol. I can sense some dark
things around you. Please allow me to meet you in person.*
‘There you go, another
one who wants to enslave me and keep me under wraps.’ I mentally
shouted to him, *No way, leave me alone and stop contacting me.*
I felt Trance push a bit further
with his telepathic power, which was quite strong. Then again so was
I, so I pushed back with all my strength and determination. Maybe that
determination was what won my first psychic battle. I pushed Trance
back out of my mind and back into his. He was so strong that I couldn’t
peek into his mind, but I could keep him at bay and give him a bad headache.
I got one myself, but I was already used to it from the dampening machine.
I could feel Trance’s power weakening, but my own wasn’t up to any
probing as well, so suddenly I dropped the push and retreated back into
my own mind. Then I put up a shield that was supposed not only to keep
other telepaths out, but also cloak my presence from them as well.
Trance was breathing hard from
all the mental exertion the encounter with Mindcontrol had put him through.
He had never encountered such a powerful telepath before, and certainly
not been in a battle with one. He had a bad headache, and didn’t even
want to think of searching for Mindcontrol in his current state. After
composing himself a bit he walked over to Sanura’s room. Usually he
contacted her telepathically, but he didn’t feel up to it right now.
He knocked on her door and
at her crisp, “Enter,” went inside.
Sanura looked up in wonder
at her late visitor. “Trance? Is there something wrong? You don’t
look well and normally you call me telepathically.”
Trance sat down in front of
her desk, “I just encountered one of the most powerful telepaths on
the planet. Maybe even more powerful than me.”
Sanura looked at Trance in
wonder, she knew he was not one to exaggerate, but a telepath stronger
Trance continued, “I sensed
some very dark things around him. I tried to ask him to meet us so we
could help him, but he rejected the offer and me. We battled for a while
on the psychic plane and I must confess that he pushed me back into
myself. Then suddenly he retreated and vanished without a trace.”
Sanura interrupted, “Did
you try to look for him, with your teleview, coupled with your telepathy?”
“No, I didn’t,” sighed
Trance. “I’m too tired from the battle and if I push myself too
hard now, I will not only be pushing my limits, but I would also be
vulnerable to attack from him.”
“I see, what can you tell
me about him?” asked Sanura.
“He called himself Mindcontrol,
which doesn’t sound well. Maybe he is out to control other people,
if that is possible. I also felt his signature in brief flashes before.
And twice during those flashes, I felt some sort of a death cry with
it. I don’t know if that was him killing someone or if it was a coincidence,
but I think it should be checked out.”
“Do you have a direction
for me to look?”
Trance sighed again, “Sorry,
but it was a bit too much for me to do. Best guess is south to southeast.”
“Well that narrows it down
to almost two thirds of the United States, if he is indeed in
this country,” replied Sanura dryly.
Trance shrugged, “I know,
I do think that he was in, or from the US, call it a feeling, and the
fact that he ‘spoke’ fluent American without a noticeable ‘accent’.”
“Don’t telepaths simply
exchange thoughts during contact?” asked Sanura.
“You know that is a misconception,
the telepathic voice is a product of the way you think. So if you think
in English, your telepathic language is English. Though some people
can do it multilingual, just like they can speak other languages.”
“Okay, well I have my work
cut out for me then,” said Sanura. “I’ll keep an eye out for rogue
telepaths and mysterious deaths. Now, please take some rest. I have
a feeling you may be up against Mindcontrol again someday soon.”
“I fear the same, good night
As I recovered from the battle
with that Trance guy, I rested some and had a drink and a snack. Sometime
later I felt up to doing some more exploring and this time wanted to
try my limits on Telekinetics. First I looked at the car I drove up
in, but I would need that to go the rest of the way, so better not try
anything that might damage it. Fortunately there was plenty of rocks
around. I first started lifting some small rocks and soon had about
a half dozen of them floating around. Then my eye fell on a very big
boulder. I dropped the smaller ones and tried to lift the big one. At
first it didn’t budge an inch and I was quickly getting frustrated.
My head started to hurt again, but I pushed on and finally the boulder
started to rise. It rose almost a whole foot up till my power faltered
and the boulder came crashing down with a big thud.
I panted from the exertion
and rested a while to get my strength back. Then I started meditating
again and looked inside myself for peace and quiet. This time I found
something fleeting at the edge of my senses. I went after it and chased
it around for a while, then I caught it and examined my find. It wasn’t
really something I could hold onto, but in my mind it felt a bit like
it. It showed me a close up view of my car. I didn’t understand so
I went in closer and it vanished, at the same time I felt a bit torn
apart and whole again. I started panting again, just like when I had
exerted myself a lot. I opened my eyes and I was sitting in front of
the car. But I had been several yards away before. ‘What is going
Then I understood, ‘I
must have teleported from there to here. Wait a moment! I can teleport?
Woohoo, I have another power. I should explore my limits on that one.
But I have to be careful, if I don’t teleport safely I might end up
in a solid object. Or would I?’ But I didn’t want to test my
new power just yet. I felt tired and sleepy. So instead I gathered my
things and tried to get some sleep in the car.
I fell asleep in moments, but
the nightmares started straight off. It was like watching several movies
with the sound cranked up high all at once. It really bothered me and
was about to drive me insane. Then I woke up in a sweat and realized
that my shield was down. I hastily put it up again. ‘Damn it, when
I sleep my shields will go down. I am not protected against all the
thoughts of people around me when I’m not actively conscious. But
I do need to sleep. What can I do?’
I tried to sleep without losing
consciousness totally and failed several times, but then I found a sort
of meditative state that I could do, which gave me at least some rest
and relaxation, without losing my control. It wasn’t as effective
as sleeping, but it would have to do for now.
A quiet but not restful night
later I drove into Las Vegas and left the car in a place where it most
certainly would be stolen and stripped clean within the hour. Then I
walked up to the strip where all the casinos that remained were. The
smaller ones went out of business as Telepathic and Telekinetic powers
as well as remote viewing and such became normal with morfed people.
Only the big casinos could afford the blocking devices to stop people
from using any of those super powers.
As I walked up to the Bellagio,
I already felt the pressure of a dampener clamp down on my mind. Fortunately
I had lots of practice resisting such a device and was still able continue
using my power. The dampener from the casino wasn’t nearly half as
powerful as the one in the asylum. ‘Maybe the one in the asylum
had been a newer experimental model?’ Though it was adding to
my present headache. I was already tired from my fight with Trance,
my exercises and not getting enough rest. This exertion wasn’t helping.
Still I had one more thing to do before getting more and better rest.
I needed money.
I had no problem getting in
and looked around for a moment to decide with what game I should start.
From the lobby I could see straight into the hall with all the slot
machines in rows, ready to take the money. Well, maybe I should start
there and get some seed money from them. The sign on the first row I
approached said, “Electronically operated Slot machines. No Technopaths
allowed here. Handling these machines with technopath powers is subject
to fines up to 10 million dollars and imprisonment up to 5 years.”
I frowned, I couldn’t do
much with electronically engineered slot machines, fortunately for technopaths
they kept a series of older mechanical operated slot machines. I went
over to this row and used my telekinetic power to read the discs and
levers inside the machines.
Finally, after a while, I found
a machine that would probably pay out within 3 to 6 operations. Unfortunately,
an old fat woman was about to sit down there with a pot full of coins.
I focused and nudged her mentally to sit a seat further. At first she
resisted, but then she suddenly cooperated and sat down at the next
slot machine. Quickly I sat down at the machine I wanted and sure enough
at the fifth turn I hit the jackpot.
I smiled as people crowded
to congratulate me. Now I had my starting capital to continue gathering
more money. Right away an employee of the casino came up to me and asked
how I wanted my money. I told him that I wanted half of my winnings
to be held in
the casino safe and the other
half in chips. Half an hour later I was given a bag full of high nominations
chips and wandered to other parts of the casino. I noticed two new faces
nearing me and my crowd. a
The crowd had already thinned
a little, only the down on their luck people who wanted see if they
could steal or borrow some from my wealth still stuck close to me. One
of the new people, a guy that looked like a geek, was most definitely
a telepath. When he came near me the dampening shroud of the machine
lifted, I guess he had something with him that overrode the dampening.
Which meant he had a blocker that allowed him to use his telepathic
power without fighting the dampening effect, and was almost certainly
a casino employee. Indeed I noticed someone wanting to intrude into
I kept my surface thoughts
neutral and in a bit of excited state, but closed off the rest of me
with my very powerful shield. The telepath kept up his attempts to intrude
further into my mind, while his companion, a good looking woman tried
on one hand to entice and distract me, and on the other talk me into
gambling at other things. She asked if I wanted to do blackjack or roulette
and other things. I just smiled at her, “Not right now, thank you.
I guess you’re one of the hostesses that is here to keep the whales
happy and gambling. Well, I would like you to secure a room for me.
I will be staying for a few nights at least.” With that I brushed
her off and went on.
The telepath followed me for
a little while longer, but then disappeared into a service entrance.
He probably went off to report his findings. I walked on through the
rooms, debating what I was going to try next.
“Ah, Conklin! What did you
find out about our slot machine winner?” asked the supervisor from
“Not a lot, his name is Danny
Montro. He may be a telepath or have a high resistance against telepathic
probes. I could only pick up his surface thoughts, he resisted further
intrusion. It felt natural to me, so either he is a very strong and
skilled telepath to be able to function with the dampener in place.
Or what is more likely, he has a natural shielding and was lucky at
the machine. If he was a telekinetic I think I would have picked up
on it and the machine was not tampered with as far as we can determine.”
The supervisor heard the report
stoically before responding, “Okay, do keep an eye on him. I’ve
got a feeling. But don’t interfere with him for the moment. We will
see if this was a stroke of luck or something else.”
The telepath nodded and turned
around to resume his rounds.
I neared the craps table and
decided that I could try this next. I stood at the table and watched
for a while as the shooter tried his luck. I felt the rolling of the
dice with my telekinetic power and after some minor manipulation felt
confident enough that I could control the dice without showing any tampering
to anyone looking. I placed a small bet and through just plain luck
won my bet. Then I let it ride and carefully manipulated the dice so
that I won again. I placed a small bet on another outcome and lost.
Then the shooter lost and made
room for a new shooter, being me. Several rolls of the dice later I
was up half a million again with carefully placed bets. Then I decided
I had enough and with a just large enough bet rolled snake eyes. I left
the table for some other action and walked off.
Then I noticed the invitation
for a poker session about a half hour later and decided that I might
try that as well. The hostess, who introduced herself as Carol now,
came up to me with a keycard. “Mister Montro, here is your card for
you room. Anything else I can do for you?”
I smiled a cold smile at her,
“Sure, get me invited at that poker session. I want to try my luck
there next. I just had another stroke of luck at the craps table, so
I feel lucky enough to try that as well.”
Carol smiled back at me, though
her eyes weren’t smiling at all. “Sure thing Mr. Montro. But it
doesn’t start for half an hour. What are you going to do in the mean
time? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I’ll freshen up a little
and relax. Thank you Carol.”
Indeed I took care of some
bathroom business and had a few snacks before going to the rooms sectioned
off for the poker session to be played.
After a few careful hands I
had already scanned my competition. Half of them were easy to read,
and as for the other half I had to focus a little more, but could get
a feel of the size of what they were holding as well. I had to be careful
because the house telepath was in the room as well. But so far he hadn’t
seemed to notice anything. Of course I didn’t play aggressive and
won just enough to stay ahead in the game.
A new round had just started
and the man opposite me screamed excitement at his cards. Well screamed
it mentally that is. I even had to shield myself against his outburst
and saw the telepath wince as well. Shortly after that the telepath
went out of the room, probably to compose himself. I checked out my
hand and though it was good, it wasn’t as good as Dudley’s. I had
read his mind before and knew his name and a lot more about him. He
played poker for a living and was quite good at it as well. No one else
had picked up on his good fortune with the cards as his outward appearance
was stoically the same as always. Only a telepath would have picked
up on his good luck.
I raised my bet moderately
as did most the others. Dudley raised a bit higher, then again just
as he had done before when bluffing, so no one suspected anything. As
the remaining cards were turned on the table, Dudley still had the advantage
at first till the last card tipped the scale in my favor. Dudley had
a straight flush were I had a royal straight flush.
Dudley raised again and I followed
suit. We both raised again and again till he went all in. I did the
same and with a triumphant gesture Dudley put his cards on the table.
It was quite high, and people made sounds of appreciation to him. He
was ready to start raking in the chips till I put down my cards. Dudley
paled and the sounds were even greater now for my hand. I smiled at
Dudley, “Sorry, mine is just a tad better.”
As I pulled all the chips towards me, I realized that I was up to 4.5 million dollars now. I should try this again soon, but for now I wanted to rest and sleep. The house telepath came back into the room and talked to someone. Then as I got up to leave, they came towards me and followed me out of the room.
I gave my chips to a cashier
and had an account made for the amount in my name. The telepath and
his helper were still following me as I got into an elevator to go to
my room. Once inside they stopped the elevator and the telepath asked
flat out, “Mr. Montro, we suspect that you are tampering with cards
and other materials. We ask you to leave the casino as soon as possible.”
I smiled at him, “Do you
have any proof of me tampering? Maybe I’m just lucky. You can’t
throw me out, or you would have done so already. Don’t try to threaten
me, I’ll have your ass chewed out by your boss or have the gaming
commission review the casino again for excluding people having luck.
Now if you don’t mind I want to retire to my room now, so please get
out of my way.”
The telepath was furious by
the look on his face, but I had called his bluff and he lost. He knew
there was nothing to stop me from playing at the casino at this moment
despite their suspicions. I exited the elevator at my floor and quickly
went into my room.
The room was still influenced
by the dampener, which was exactly why I had chosen to stay here. I
lowered my shielding and still wasn’t bombarded with every broadcasted
thought in my range. Sure they were still there, but now it was more
like a murmur from the rain or a river. It was even soothing to my mind
and made me a bit sleepy. I took care of business and got ready for
bed. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Steve was howling and kept
trying to hit me, but couldn’t reach me it seemed. I realized that
he and Herb would haunt me in my dreams for all time now. But they couldn’t
hurt me, so I just watched them. Still it was distracting to dream about
them. But then Clarissa entered the dream and she just pushed them away
before coming up to me. Like a submissive slave she threw herself on
the floor before me and said, “What is your wish, master?”
I tried to tell her to get
up, “Please get up from the floor Clarissa. You don’t need to be
a slave. I just want you to be happy.”
But either she failed to hear
me, or she didn’t want to obey me. I grew a bit frustrated at that
and woke up alone in my bed bathed in sweat. ‘Geez, is it going
to be like that all the time from now on? I really hope not.’
At least I could get some sleep now, as the loud mental voices of the
people in my range were silenced by the dampener. ‘I should buy
one of those dampeners myself and put it into my home, wherever that
is going to be.’ I freshened myself up a bit and tried to relax
myself to some more sleep.
In the next few days I watched
some shows, gambled a little without cheating and lost a little money
and relaxed a lot. I even enjoyed some female interests at the pool
and took one of the lovely ladies to my room. It was just a onetime
fling as she put it, so I left it at that. Though she had been fun to
be with, I didn’t see myself become involved with her.
As I prepared to get going
again, I decided I was going to gamble one more time and make a killing.
I thought about poker again, but didn’t know if I could find a high
stakes game. Well, if it came along then okay. But first I wanted to
try something else. Although it was risky, I was going to try and manipulate
the roulette wheel. Specifically manipulate the ball to land where I
I watched the game for several
minutes first, till I was confident that I could track, manipulate and
guide the ball to where I wanted it. At the same time making it seem
like nobody tampered with it. That was important as I knew that I was
being watched and they had a very good surveillance system here, with
high speed cameras. I could always deflect some cameras of course, make
them go just off target, so they wouldn’t tape the correct action,
but that would only fuel the suspicion against me. No, it had to be
done right under their noses, without any proof of tampering or cheating.
I sat down in an empty spot,
the man had just lost his last chips and went off to get drunk as he
was disillusioned from losing so much money. I read it all in his mind,
in his desperation his mind was an open book to me and any other telepath.
I ordered a lot of chips from my account from an usher and waited for
the current spin to complete before betting on three places near each
other on the wheel. That way I could operate with a safer margin and
look less conspicuous.
The first roll of the wheel
I didn’t do anything to the ball, but let it roll as it went. I just
monitored it’s trajectory to get a feel for later tampering. But I
was lucky as the ball fell in one of my betted spaces. The next round
I didn’t influence the ball again, and lost my bets. The same happened
the third round I was betting, but on the fourth round I nudged the
ball slightly and it fell into one of my spaces. I took half the cash
and betted the remaining chips on three places again. With some minor
nudging I won again and I repeated the same thing again the next round.
Then I played a few rounds
without cheating and won one time but lost three others. That should
be enough to get the hounds of my back, so I cheated a little again
and again, till I was ahead with 60 million dollars. The telepath suddenly
was at my side again, as I felt the dampening lift. I decided to bet
one more time without cheating and won again, making my total at 68
million. I made a show of yawning and stretching, then threw some chips
to the croupier and said, “Well, it’s been fun. But I am feeling
a tad tired. So, good night people.”
As I stood up, someone walked
up to me. It was Dudley. “I want a rematch mister. You owe me that.”
I smiled an evil smile at him,
“I don’t owe you anything, but if you want to lose some more money,
than by all means, go ahead.”
“No, no. This time it’s
going to be a high stakes poker game with the big boys.” Dudley sneered
“Sure, no problem, mind if
I freshen up a little first?”
He indicated that I could go
ahead. But followed me to the bathroom anyway. I composed myself. I
already had quite enough money, but this was too good to pass up. Besides,
I had a feeling that a dampener I needed for peaceful sleeping would
be quite expensive to buy, and I might have to buy it at the black market,
which would further increase its price.
Shortly afterwards I sat down
at a table with Dudley, a high prized lawyer and two wealthy business
men. I used almost all my money from my casino account and had several
stacks of high denominations chips in front of me. The other players
had similar stacks nearing the amount I had. Then the game began.
Several rounds later I had
neither lost nor gained money while Dudley was up 10 million. I already
had probed the minds of the all the other players and though the lawyer
was hard to read, I still could pick up enough to see what kind of hand
he had. Besides that he liked to bluff a lot, and he had a tell. Every
time he had good cards, he would twitch with the left corner of his
mouth. A new round started and I had two aces in my hand. The lawyer’s
tell was there again, so I checked the everybody’s cards with my telekinetic
power. Dudley had a King and a Jack, while the lawyer had two queens.
The businessmen didn’t have good cards and folded. I betted moderately
as I usually did, and Dudley as usual betted a little higher. The lawyer
suddenly bet high as well, which promptly spiked Dudley’s attention.
As the first cards where opened on the table, our betting got higher
and higher. There was a king and a queen. I checked the other closed
cards telekinetically and saw that there was another king, an ace and
a jack. That meant we all had a full house, but mine would be the highest
with aces over kings. I raised my bet again and so did Dudley and the
lawyer. As the final cards were opened, I grew tired of stalling and
said, “All in.”
The others startled, but if
they quit now, they would lose their already significant amounts of
money that they put in. And they felt confident that they would win
the pot. So each of them replied, “All in.”
There was about 210 million
dollars on the table now. Even I had to swallow hard. ‘What if
I have misread their cards? No, I can’t have. I know that I have the
highest card.’ I waited for the others to make their move. The
lawyer couldn’t handle the suspension and threw his cards on the table.
“Full house, Queens over Kings.”
Dudley laughed indignantly,
“I’ve got a full house too, but I have Kings over Jacks.”
And he slowly laid his cards on the table.
Both men now turned to me with
a questioning look. I smiled my usual smile at them. “Well, I’ve
got two similar cards here, together with what’s on the table makes
a full house aces over kings.” And I gently put my cards on the
The looks on both gents faces
were priceless, they looked like fish out of water. They couldn’t
believe that we all had a full house and that they both had lost. I
raked in the chips from both men and asked, “I guess you two don’t
Both men snarled an negative
answer to me and left the table. The two businessmen got up too, one
said to me, “You’re way too lucky for us. I’m sorry, but we’re
Well, that was okay with me,
I had enough money for now, so I would call it a night as well. The
telepath came up to me and growled, “I don’t know how you did it,
but I know you cheated. I’ll find out what and how you did it. Trust
me on that.”
I answered back, “Sure, do
what you can, there is nothing to find. I didn’t do anything. And
you’d better hurry, tomorrow I’ll be checking out.” I left
him standing there and after putting all the chips into my account,
went to my room to get some well needed rest. Fighting the dampener
and using my power was good practice, but tiring as well. Still I was
amazed that I could function that well with the thing in place. ‘Did
they underestimate the power of telepaths? Or am I that much stronger
in my abilities? If I’m that strong than I just know people are going
to want to use me and try to incarcerate me again. I will never let
that happen again. I have a feeling that I haven’t seen the last of
that Trance guy, who contacted me earlier. I better be ready to face
him and whoever he’ll be taking with him someday soon.’
After a long sleep full of
dreams of ghosts, I woke up quite refreshed. Today I was going on to
other things. I planned to see my abominable father, who had me incarcerated
and who knows what else I could find on my way. The Bellagio had a international
bank branch inside the building, so I went there to have all my winnings
put into a savings account.
I walked in with the balance
of money that was stored in the casino. An employee came up to me, “Hello
Sir, how may I help you?”
I smiled, “I’d like to
open a savings account and lay in some money.”
The employee, who’s nametag
read Chuck, answered, “Certainly, right this way please. How much
would you like to put into your account?”
Still with my smile on I answered
dryly, “210 million, give or take a few thousand.”
Chuck turned back to me, swallowed
and stammered, “T … two… two hundred million?”
“No, two hundred and ten
million. I think I’d better see your supervisor about this kind of
transaction.” I smiled a cold smile at him.
Chuck acknowledged that and
hurried away to get his supervisor. Soon Chuck returned with an older
heavy set man. “Hello Sir, you wanted to open a savings account for
210 million dollars?”
“Certainly, Sir. Right this
way please. Would you like a refreshment? … No? anything else we can
get you?” The man was certainly trying his best to accommodate me.
“Just arrange the account
as soon as possible, I have places to go.” I replied him.
About ten minutes later I was
walking out of the building with a credit card and receipt to my new
banking account. They had asked me about my Identification, but I tried
a new trick. I showed them a driving license from Herb. They saw what
they wanted to see, a driving license with my name and picture. It was
a good practice, they expected to see something and I convinced their
mind that it was what they saw.
As I walked outside I thought, ‘Life is good, for as long as it lasts.’ I bought myself a new car and set out towards Russell, Kansas where I grew up. I had a bone to pick with someone, who had me incarcerated.
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