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Blue Light Special Pt.VIII

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Walking back to the tool department I glanced at my watch.  Almost five.  There were a few customers there in my department and I busied myself to try and sell as much merchandise as I could, just to pass the time.  Right at six thirty. I heard the signal.  It seemed like it was coming from a long way away, but there it was.  Three blasts from a truck horn.  My mouth went a little dry.  Walking over to 'Home Improvement' I spotted Max with a customer.  Trotting over to him I asked him if he could keep and eye out in my department as I had to go to the loading dock and open the door.  "Sure, sure, no problem.  Sorry about that.  You were asking if the toaster oven had any additional features?  Well..." 

I left Max with his customer and hurried to the door marked: 'Employees Only'  Pushing though I went over to the control panel and switched on the bay lights.  The click of the switches echoed around the loading dock.  Quickly, I walked along to the wall where the security code box was located, my heels 'click clacking' on the concrete floor.  After putting in the code, I pressed the 'Open' button and the large double doors started to rise up with a clattering sound.  When the doors were halfway up, Tim and four or five other men came in.  Tim smiled at me and said: "I knew I could count on you!"  "I'll be honest, I'm scared to death."  "Everything is going to be fine."  Turning to the men he said something in Spanish and a short thin man wearing coveralls and a baseball cap, stepped forward.  He was carrying a bundle of rope in his hand.  "Jose will take care of you."  The man nodded and tied a bandanna around his face. 

to be continued...... 
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xenon132's avatar
I wonder if she's the real object of this exercise