Robin, exhausted from his relentless escape, spotted a gas station and decided to take a break. As he walked into the store, he noticed a pick up truck outside with a "FOR SALE" sign. Inside, he grabbed some essentials—beef jerky, chips, biscuits, water bottles, and a couple of cans of beer. At the counter, the cashier rang up the total: "Your total is $39.12."
Robin handed over his forged ID when the cashier asked for it. The cashier accepted it without question and said, "Thank you for your service, have a good day, sir."
Confident that the ID was working, Robin inquired about the truck outside. "How much for it?" he asked.
The cashier scratched his head. "$1,500."
"Alright, $1,500 it is, but I need a full tank of gas as well. I'll pay in cash," Robin replied.
The cashier agreed and asked for Robin's license to finalize the sale. Robin presented his forged license, and the transaction went smoothly. The cashier prepped the truck, noting that it was a bit rusty but reliable. Robin loaded his supplies into the back seat and drove off, relieved to have a vehicle for the journey ahead.
Robin drove a bit further, just far enough so that the gas station was no longer visible. He pulled over beside the road, adjusted his seat, and placed his gun in the glove box, a habit he had developed. As he was about to start driving again, a sharp, unbearable pain in his shoulder reminded him of the wound he had almost forgotten about. Desperately seeking relief, he scanned the area and spotted a medical store.
He parked his car hastily in front of the pharmacy and rushed inside. "Hurry, give me some gauze, painkillers, antiseptic spirit, ointments, everything!" he said urgently.
"Sir, are you okay? Should I call 911?" the pharmacist asked, concerned.
"I'm FINE. Sorry, just give me the medicine. Here's 200 dollars, keep the change," Robin snapped.
The pharmacist quickly packed the medicines and handed him the bag. Robin grabbed it and returned to his car. He washed the wounded area with Isopropyl Alcohol, applied Neosporin Ointment, and covered it with sterile gauze. To ease the pain, he took a couple of Acetaminophen with Codeine tablets.
Robin stayed in the car for a bit, remaining still as the pain slowly subsided. After a short while, he returned to the pharmacy and approached the pharmacist. "Thank you for your help earlier," he said sincerely. "I was a lieutenant and got shot yesterday by a street thug. It left me with this nasty wound on my shoulder. I apologize for my earlier behavior. Could you give me a few more painkillers, just in case? A few small pill bottles would be enough. I have to go very far today, and I don't live around here."
The pharmacist listened carefully and replied, "I can give you some more, but I don't recommend taking too many painkillers. Be careful, though."
He handed Robin a few more pill bottles of Acetaminophen with Codeine. Robin paid a bit more for the additional medication, thanked the pharmacist again, and drove off. He was determined to leave the state before nightfall.
Robin had a determined look on his face as he navigated the road. Adjusting his spectacles, he glanced in the rearview mirror, pondering whether his disguise was effective enough or if news of his true identity hadn't reached this far yet. The pickup truck's cooling system was ineffective, causing him to keep the windows open, allowing the cool night air to wash over him. His mind raced with thoughts of his plan's success and potential pitfalls.
As he approached the state border, the ominous sight of a police checkpoint came into view. His heart skipped a beat. He pulled up to the checkpoint, trying to stay calm despite the pounding in his chest. A uniformed officer approached the vehicle, his face serious and unyielding.
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The Silence it Carries
Mystery / ThrillerThe story of Robin Miller, a psychopathic boy whose calm and careful actions claim his victims with ease. He believes every move he makes has a predetermined future that always rules in his favor. But as they say, no one is perfect. ...
