Memory Lane

Klet sat holding his cut stomach, Azlo racing down the highway. Klet wasn't the most talkative, and Avan would of prefered not talking also. That was how they were. But Avan figured Klet would just get more worried in the silence, so he passed a few cars and started talking.

"You never seem to get the right connections, eh?"

Klet was silent, but Avan wanted him to get off the idea of his mortal wound.

"Take, for example, that guy with the crooked shades. He was more crooked than the shades, but you seemed to think he'd give you a fair cut for transfering those packages over the border. And look at what happened, you didn't get anything. Then again, it was his crew who busted you down here, eh?"

Klet opened his pale eyes after that, Avan knew he could get something to wake him up.

"I didn't get anything because the guy got busted...turned out he was getting the packages from the feds...He screwed me over when he tried to say I was the head...of the whole operation since the...rest of his crew had fled for Mexico...by then...I had to flee, myself..."

Terrestrial Flight to Mexico
Klet heard the knocking at his door after hanging up the phone, and from the threat he just got from his connection's crew, he figured it was the feds. He knew escape by window might be expected, so he prepared to get into his attic and hide under the rafters for awhile before making a leap off his bungalo in an attempt for a mad dash.