George had been up for hours already, he thought he may see something from that end of the road after hearing a few shots. Had to be Berta he thought too, she was just about the only one armed on this side of things. The little Hyundai pulled up to an abrupt stop about a hundred yards away from his place. Lori just looked over to Berta at this point and was in terrible pain from her foot. She looped her foot up to look at it and it was absolutely huge. A blood blister was growing and her heel was about as round as a baseball. George just looked out of his window, a bit curious, a bit confused... Did Berta shoot Miss Lori? Looks like she is hurting from here. His Bulldog, Sprocket barely raised his ears and head, but at least he moved, George was getting worried.
In 1997 as well, one of the first Tech Billionaires gets a call from someone he has not heard of or thought about in years. Time was made for the call and good times shared. In the midst of all of this reunion, a curious and insistent piece of advice came and taken as well. As the Billionaire looked down onto the number he had written down it seemed so bizarre. Those were huge numbers and the good friend was owed some respect at least for her help all those years ago. Later that year, Microsoft bought a minority share of Apple computers for 150 million.
Lori pulled the car forward and Berta told her to stop at George's, he was waiting on his porch by that time, sipping his ever present coffee. She slowly rolled up close to the porch, Berta rolled down the window and told him what had happened. George insisted that they park the car and he have a look at it, as he spun slowly and reached inside his door a bit. The Graco tackle box was just one of the many he had for his volunteer work. Placing it on the table on the front porch he went back in for some gel packs and a towel. The women were slowly making it over to the porch and George's first comment was along the lines that Lori probably wouldn't have hurt her foot if she was wearing shoes.
With Berta on one side George helped Miss Lori up the three stairs to one of the chairs on his porch. It doubled as a local scout meeting place and S&R meetup location and was oversized for his small home. He brought up another chair and lifted her foot to a whip of pain and a grimace from his patient. He and Berta were talking about the bear and what had happened. The bear apparently had a name, Snaggles, from his bad teeth and his apparent need to snag up everything in his path, fishing line, barbed wire, corn stalks... They would know it was him because the trail would lead for yards in any direction. Well now he was stuck under the Hudson's place real good and that would be an issue for Lori. "Huh?" Lori chimed in? She was both trying not to listen too close and at the same time paying attention to what the kindly old male nurse was doing to her. "He's gonna be there for a bit!" Berta canted back, "He's pretty hurt, that last shot I took at him was close to his sensitive areas if you know what I mean."
It was decided then that George would drive them both over to Berta's and the girls would hold up there for a bit. When Lori asked if he was going to shoot the bear it was as if she was doing a stand up show in Vegas when the laughter came. "No, Miss Lori, we don't do that kind of thing on this side of the hill." George replied. That's why the little shotgun was loaded with rock salt, just to scare and shoo Snaggles away for a while. He's a good bear really and he keeps the wolves from getting too close too. Wolves? Lori thought again where the hell was she and when is the Banjo kid going to show up?
Tom had taken note of the name enough in his life, he was bored running numbers for the Government. He was taking his fourth "break" from work after putting in years of hard work. It was August of 2001, He was sure that he was onto maybe one of the largest and longest running criminal investor, or more than likely a group. He had bits and pieces going back to the mysterious mastermind and he was certainly intrigued enough, even as much as to start a binder on all of it. The next month everything changed for him, He was a gifted linguist and his short stint in the reserves all those years ago called him back to duty in short order. Storage unit packed, and a sense of deja vu hit him as he closed the door to the unit and double padlocked it.
As they pulled up to Berta's place the road was badly rutted and a bit overgrown. Lori was expecting a miners shack or a place like Mike's family had. When they rounded the corner she was struck with a sight out of her expectations. A little white plaster cottage with a thick thatched roof, a little front yard and an expanse behind it that look absolutely storybook in nature. "I have some Moccasins I haven't worn that Aurelia Nolen gave me for Christmas, she made them but they are a bit too thin" Berta said as she opened her door. George had wrapped it and she was given an ice pack and instructions. If the swelling did not get better in the next day or so, then she would have to see a doc. In the meantime it's going to be sore as heck and difficult to walk. He had outfitted her with one of the canes he made along with walking sticks etc... in his abundant spare time anymore. The water district sold out to the county a few years back and his paid position, although retired, was eliminated.
In 1997 as well, one of the first Tech Billionaires gets a call from someone he has not heard of or thought about in years. Time was made for the call and good times shared. In the midst of all of this reunion, a curious and insistent piece of advice came and taken as well. As the Billionaire looked down onto the number he had written down it seemed so bizarre. Those were huge numbers and the good friend was owed some respect at least for her help all those years ago. Later that year, Microsoft bought a minority share of Apple computers for 150 million.
Lori pulled the car forward and Berta told her to stop at George's, he was waiting on his porch by that time, sipping his ever present coffee. She slowly rolled up close to the porch, Berta rolled down the window and told him what had happened. George insisted that they park the car and he have a look at it, as he spun slowly and reached inside his door a bit. The Graco tackle box was just one of the many he had for his volunteer work. Placing it on the table on the front porch he went back in for some gel packs and a towel. The women were slowly making it over to the porch and George's first comment was along the lines that Lori probably wouldn't have hurt her foot if she was wearing shoes.
With Berta on one side George helped Miss Lori up the three stairs to one of the chairs on his porch. It doubled as a local scout meeting place and S&R meetup location and was oversized for his small home. He brought up another chair and lifted her foot to a whip of pain and a grimace from his patient. He and Berta were talking about the bear and what had happened. The bear apparently had a name, Snaggles, from his bad teeth and his apparent need to snag up everything in his path, fishing line, barbed wire, corn stalks... They would know it was him because the trail would lead for yards in any direction. Well now he was stuck under the Hudson's place real good and that would be an issue for Lori. "Huh?" Lori chimed in? She was both trying not to listen too close and at the same time paying attention to what the kindly old male nurse was doing to her. "He's gonna be there for a bit!" Berta canted back, "He's pretty hurt, that last shot I took at him was close to his sensitive areas if you know what I mean."
It was decided then that George would drive them both over to Berta's and the girls would hold up there for a bit. When Lori asked if he was going to shoot the bear it was as if she was doing a stand up show in Vegas when the laughter came. "No, Miss Lori, we don't do that kind of thing on this side of the hill." George replied. That's why the little shotgun was loaded with rock salt, just to scare and shoo Snaggles away for a while. He's a good bear really and he keeps the wolves from getting too close too. Wolves? Lori thought again where the hell was she and when is the Banjo kid going to show up?
Tom had taken note of the name enough in his life, he was bored running numbers for the Government. He was taking his fourth "break" from work after putting in years of hard work. It was August of 2001, He was sure that he was onto maybe one of the largest and longest running criminal investor, or more than likely a group. He had bits and pieces going back to the mysterious mastermind and he was certainly intrigued enough, even as much as to start a binder on all of it. The next month everything changed for him, He was a gifted linguist and his short stint in the reserves all those years ago called him back to duty in short order. Storage unit packed, and a sense of deja vu hit him as he closed the door to the unit and double padlocked it.
As they pulled up to Berta's place the road was badly rutted and a bit overgrown. Lori was expecting a miners shack or a place like Mike's family had. When they rounded the corner she was struck with a sight out of her expectations. A little white plaster cottage with a thick thatched roof, a little front yard and an expanse behind it that look absolutely storybook in nature. "I have some Moccasins I haven't worn that Aurelia Nolen gave me for Christmas, she made them but they are a bit too thin" Berta said as she opened her door. George had wrapped it and she was given an ice pack and instructions. If the swelling did not get better in the next day or so, then she would have to see a doc. In the meantime it's going to be sore as heck and difficult to walk. He had outfitted her with one of the canes he made along with walking sticks etc... in his abundant spare time anymore. The water district sold out to the county a few years back and his paid position, although retired, was eliminated.
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