The Secret

Government Conspiracy?

After I had been running for about 2 hours I looked around. Desert. More fucking desert. I couldn't handle this anymore. I hadn't even thought to bring any water. I kept running down the road though. After another few miles there was a little abandoned gas station. I decided I would search it out. Once I finally got there, to my surprise, it looked brand new. I tried to find the owner.

"Hello!" I called out

Hmm. I walked over to one of the shelves and grabbed a bag of chips. I started to ear them but realised my mouth was too dry for this. I eventually had gotten my fill on food and drink. I was too full to keep going so I decided on a nap. I walked around looking for a suitable place. I eventually came across a recliner chair in the back. I sat down and layed it back and fell asleep.

I woke up about four hours later. It was already dark. I grabbed what I had prepared earlier and headed out. I had found an old dirt bike to take. It was small but it got the job done. After I had ridden for what I could only tell to be several more hours I stopped. I had just passed the same tree that looked like Halle Berry like 3 times. I hadn't even gone anywhere but a straight line. What?! I turned around and could see the gas station lights in the distance. It would be miles away. I decided something was going on. I headed back to the gas station. 

Upon my arrival everything was changed. It was wrecked. Covered in graffiti. What the heck, I wandered inside. I looked around. I heard a shuffling of feet, someone was here for me.

I opened my mouth to say something but advised against it. I circled around pretending to look at things and when I felt I was out of sight I jumped up to the ceiling and got in it us in one of the panels. It was one of the weird panel ceilings. I heard someone below,

"Shit, where'd he go. If I lose another contract i'm screwed."

I slinked out from the ceiling begind him and put him in a sleeper hold. Knocking him out. I searched his person and found $20, an ID...is it smart to carry an ID as a hired gun. Oh well and his weapon. It was a really expensive one. Someone wanted me dead. I grabbed it, and looked it over carefully. A colt, 1911, been fitted with a heavy suppressor you would only hear the click of the hammer with this. Hollow points and an extra magazine. Mine now. I left the gas station, something still felt off though. I circled the gas station and saw nothing, but I felt it. I got back on the bike ans left in any case, back to the residential area. Once I arrived it was still dark. But it would only be dark about another 2 hours. I looked for any house but the one I last saw her in. I walked down the street hoping no one lived in this one. To my surprise the family was on vacation. Good enough for me. I went upstairs and looked around. I found nothing of use. I went to rhe garage and found a gun safe left ajar. I went to it and found a model 700 .270. A beaitiful rifle. I went upstairs and waited for Carolina to take the bait. But I couldn't help but wonder if the government was after me.