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November 18, 2005
Dangerous Connections
I had the cash for the pipe, but our contact refused…the only way we could complete the deal was with 1000 kilos of uncut heroin. Shit, now we had to do a drug deal. It wasn’t that we’d never wallowed in slime before, but I would’ve felt much better if Domino was down with me. I had two problems. One, I didn’t know where she was, and two; she is much better at dealing with Muslim drug smugglers than me. When it comes to women, Muslims are all hypocrites, but even a hypocrite loves a beautiful woman. She can handle ‘em. The last time we did anything even remotely similar to this; she gutted Abdul’s son right in front of him. That bastard had it coming. Abdul respected her from that moment on…he spread the word. At least, I was counting on it. I told him we were both coming. I lied.
Even though I had no idea where she was, I knew she was fine. She can take care of herself, and the blood on the mirror, I knew, was not hers. This was not the first time she’d disappeared unannounced. I’d have to do this one alone.
Fuck.
Another problem was, the only place I could get pure weight was in Nepal, and that meant I had to contact Abdul. Cocksucker. That meant a “smuggle out smuggle in� deal. The old reverse in and out as I like to call it. Damn.
There were two reasons why I had to have the pipe. The first being because I could, and the second I’ll let Domino describe in more detail later. In hindsight, I now realize I was doing this for us…not just me. I did have the foresight to insist that my contact meet me in Pokhara to test the quality, and after he was satisfied, I’d arrange transportation. I’m into underground movement. I would also take his life in a second. Piece of shit.
I made contact with Abdul, but I also got up with Rosen. Unknown to Abdul, Rosen and I go all the way back. For lack of a better word, Rosen is a turncoat. It’s all about the money with him. Plays on both sides of the fence. I can’t really blame him. I’ll give him a wad, and he’ll be mine. That’s the way we relate. Always has been…always will be.
When I arrived in Katmandu, Rosen met me and we set out for Pokhara. We got to the big ditch, which is a 48 hour hike from one side to the other, or a fifteen minute helicopter ride in an old Russian MI-8. His cousin was the pilot. As we climbed in, he winked, and I knew one thing and felt another. Rosen was on my team, and he’d been talking to Domino. She was near by, and as usual, she’d read my mind.
Rosen is a Buddhist and Abdul is Muslim. Just for future reference… they both like money, they just use it in different ways.
Abdul and his group were waiting for us when we arrived at the Guest House. He was surprised to see Rosen, and I was surprised to see Domino. Abdul thought he had her…I knew better. She was glowing, and I knew what that meant. She was on her game. It also meant he had the pipe, and the white with him. Domino has always been one to seize the moment and take advantage of opportunities. She has always said, why wait?
Abdul was a fucking pervert…he liked to watch, and more.
As Domino gave me a friendly embrace, she whispered…just loud enough for him to hear…I’ve got what you want…what you need is between my legs. That got his attention. I knew exactly what was happening.
I told her to lie down and spread her legs, loud enough for all to hear, which she did. Abdul was frozen…pervert that he was. We were being watched, and we both knew it. When I slid my hand between her legs, and as Abdul started to grin, I grabbed the pistol she had strapped to her thigh, spun, and dropped both of ‘em with two shots. Rosen had already compromised the rest of the group. They were probably all related anyway.
We searched the bodies and found a key. It was similar in type to the identical ones we each have to a box we retain in Switzerland. We are into this now, I thought. Obviously, Switzerland would be our next stop. Well, maybe not the next...but soon.
…So here I am…I have the pipe…I have the cash I was going to use for the purchase…and I’ve got 1000 kilos of fucking pure heroin.
Heroin is the devil…I detest drugs, (I did this for the pipe) so we loaded the white, the bodies, and all evidence into the MI-8…Rosen lit it up, and up it went.
Needless to say, Rosen was very well compensated. We had to walk out, and he knew the way.
As we were leaving, I asked Domino, Where the fuck have you been? In the shadows…watching your back, she answered. I said, the Kasigi is yours. She said, I know.
Let me tell you about the seraglio. She said, “Some things should remain unspoken and unwritten!!�
Cool with me…
Posted by Yabu at November 18, 2005 11:42 PM | The Past
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I must say, your story is absolutely riveting!
I think you perhaps are allowing the events to cloud the issues, though.
Posted by: Kelly at November 19, 2005 09:28 AM
By the way, you are welcome, my friend.
And, thank YOU!
Posted by: Voodoo at November 19, 2005 10:00 AM
