Norman was chilling in his truck, legs crossed above the driving wheel, when the beeping started. He sat back on the driver seat and found the device in the dark. The sound was coming under his seat, as he bent down and reached for it, patting the floor, searching for something solid. And when he finally grabbed it, it had been beeping loudly and faster like it was a explosive device.
The message flashing on the display and the sound went away, as Norman put a cease to it by pressing the reply button. His hand then reached out of the window and knocked hard against metal plated door for sometime, yelling "It's time, let's go, go, go."
From the back of the truck, three armed man jumped out of the container and banged its door shut. They approached Norman and hopped on and squeezed into the two-person passenger seat, since they were all lean, though muscular. They rested their weapon in between their legs.
"Ready?" Norman said.
They gave a nod and Norman made a few heavy twist on the wheel before the ignition. And out they went, from the middle of nowhere, heading toward the highway.
*
The Halcyon County Sheriff Department received order from the Gayion City Police Department regarding their recent intercepted transmission. Sheriff Bob Miller was at the desk, ready to head home when the phone ring. "Hello?"
"Hey, Sheriff Bob, I'm glad I've caught you before you went home," said a young man's voice.
"Well, what can I do for you, son?" Bob recognized the voice.
"There's a truck heading our way with a load of illegal goods. Now I don't you want to spook them in anyway, so just drive your old pick up and tail them before they entered Gayion. I've send some info to you, and call us if you need anything."
"I don't think I should be involved in the operation, Detective Ryan, it's way beyond my jurisdiction here, didn't that spokesperson said?"
"Uncle Bob, just tail them and feed me in personally, it won't go into the record."
Bob sighed. "Alright, but just so you know, I'll deny my involvement if anything should happen."
"Absolutely."
*
Norman signaled a left turn and waited before the double white, and accelerated suddenly so as to join in the line before another speeding Joe took his line. Steadily, he gave gas and raised the speed to over 50 miles.
They sat in the bumpy truck, their head bobbed up and down with its movement. Norman looked at the mirror and detected nothing.
An old pick up joined behind, swayed between the lines and sometimes aligned with the truck, but always failed to overtake Norman as he pumped more juice to the engine.
Norman looked at the mirror again, though the headlight of the pick up was almost blinding, he could still make out the shape of the driver inside.
