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fireman. Of course, having Nate as a friend had its benefits. It was his old roommate, the aspiring biologist and doctor of bullshit, turned savior of the world, that called him up offering him his current assignment … and the pay was great. He allowed himself a smile as he thought about his 401k.
    He hadn’t seen his old roommate since college. It seemed like a lifetime ago. The private college hosted lots of academic challenges and few interesting women. Nate somehow landed the goddess of the geeks in Jeanine. He never understood that relationship or what happened to her six years ago for the matter. Charmed life.
    He approached a weathered structure that was fenced in. Fallen leaves covered the ground and rooftops of the old government building. Green moss and ivy decorated the walls and gutters. It was early in the morning on the hilltop, but it might as well have been night. He passed a sign on the road that read in gold letters on a blue sign: GUTHRIE FACILITY/WEST VIRGINIA. It wasn’t his favorite place in the world. As he looked ahead, he saw the high trees that choked out most of the sunlight like jagged curtains.
    The brakes squeaked to a halt as he pulled alongside a weathered guard shack. An older man in mirrored sunglasses stepped out and alongside his car. The guard wore a starched green uniform and a shotgun was slung over his shoulder. He rolled down his window.
    “ Evening John,” he said, sticking his head out the window with a faint smile.
    The man strolled around the car with agonizing slowness, checking his decals and looking in the windows. Another guard appeared about half the man’s size, shirt half-tucked and a pot belly. The smaller guard began running a long bomb detecting device under the van’s frame. Every single time.
    John the guard stepped alongside his window and stooped down. The man’s weathered face had a whimsical look and his big calloused hands clutched the driver’s window edge. His big head, full of thick white and gray hair, peered in the back of the van and withdrew. A tooth pick jutted under John’s moustache and a frown crossed his face.
    “ State yer business civilian,” John said, in a voice as country as a coal burning stove.
    He cleared his throat.
    “ I’ve come to kidnap the princess.”
    The man’s eyes widened as he a gasped and said, “You best get a nicer chariot Sir Lancer Lots. Ain’t no princess going nowhere with you in this thing.”
    John kicked the door.
    “ Maybe you should settle for Fergie over here.”
    John jutted his thumb toward the dumpy little guard.
    He looked over and saw it was John’s grandson, in a uniform sewn by his wife. The boy was about ten, heavy, with his chubby face scrunched up in a sneer. It looks like the boy still has some pit-bull in him. He knew that little Ferguson wasn’t fond of working with his grandpa. It was that time of the year, when mommy and daddy unloaded the boy, while they committed consensual adultery on the high seas.
    “ Hi Ferguson,” he said, with a wave that drew the boy’s tongue. You have no resemblance to your father.
    John the guard asked in his usual cheerful voice, “So what’s new Henry. Did you enjoy your time off?”
    “ Sure John, the cruise was wonderful, even with all the work, rain and lack of sunshine,” Henry replied.
    “ That’s too bad. Did you get me any taffy? I don’t see any,” John said, wringing his hands, licking his moustache.
    “ I didn’t think you could have taffy. Remember what it did to your dentures the last time.”
    John’s smile was bright white, “My teeth’s are just fine. Now, give me some taffy, or you ain’t going in.”
    Henry opened the center console and pulled out the splashy box and handed it over. The boy bounced on his toes by the van’s side. John inspected the box as a look of satisfaction crossed his face.
    “ You’re alright Henry. I’ll let you in I guess.”
    “ Gee thanks, I can’t wait. Anyone in there I should know