the guy and reached into his left
cargo pocket and pulled out a pair of heavy duty zip ties. Flex cuffs were too
expensive and these worked just as well. In the military, they used to keep
them coiled up in the top of their BDU caps while on road duty. Not that they
needed them that much, but it helped keep the caps in form during guard mount
inspection.
He
tossed them over and told the guy to put one around his right wrist and cinch
it down. He told him to loop the other one through and then loop it around his
door handle. The guy started to complain and Haliday told him to knock it off,
he was doing him a favor. After the guy had attached himself to the door
handle, Haliday looked him over and everything looked fine.
He
holstered the pistol and walked over to the guy to make sure they were tight.
The guy turned toward Haliday, slipped his hand out of the cuff and reached out
and grabbed him. Haliday arm locked the guy and bent his wrist downwards
violently in a gooseneck, almost breaking it.
As the
man yelled out in pain, Haliday put him on the ground and into a prone position
where he wrenched his arm behind his back and pulled tight. The man continued
to yell in pain and Haliday tightened his grip even more. He then drew his
pistol and placed it on the man’s throat up against his jugular. “Keep it up
idiot and your jugular and esophagus become pink slime.”
He told
him to place his other arm behind his back and the guy complied. He looped
another zip tie around his wrist and this time he cinched them down himself.
Haliday helped him off the ground where he then took him and zip tied him back
to the door handle. “Get stupid and you’ll lose more than a few IQ points. You’ll
lose that grey matter you think is your brain.”
Haliday
filled the gas can again, dumped it in his truck and put everything away. He
walked back over to guy who started belly aching about how he was desperate and
wanted to get home. “So am I,” Haliday said, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your
sorry ass. The next guy might have to pay for your mistake because now I can’t
take anymore chances being a nice guy.”
The guy
asked him if he was going to leave him like that and Haliday said “Of course.
Work the door handle hard enough and it’ll come off. Then go find yourself
something to cut the zip ties off. By that time I’ll be far enough away and
could give a rat’s ass about you.” Haliday climbed back in his Tahoe, started
it and left. This was getting far too serious quicker than he thought it would.
Chapter
5
Back to a
full tank now he was calculating mileage and it wasn’t looking very good. He
was cruising along fairly quickly now though, and his mileage should increase.
He was on a course heading south now in order to avoid Lansing. This would take
him only six miles West of Ann Arbor, but since Ann Arbor was home to the U of
M and loaded with college kids and their tree hugging, bleeding heart, liberal
staffers, he wasn’t worried. They were probably still sitting around smoking
dope or hugging each other while waiting for FEMA to come rescue them. Highly
doubtful many of them were ready for this kind of situation.
Cruising
at almost 70 he was glad to see this road was not as cluttered with broken-down
vehicles. That meant fewer people to run into. This of course was most likely
due to the fact that this was now rural farm land with small towns located
between the bigger cities and most people relying on the interstates for
travel. He remembered coming through the area year after year when he attended
the NASCAR races at Michigan International Speedway. He was always looking for
new campgrounds and local attractions to make the weekend more interesting.
Keeping a
closer eye on the time it was close to 10 am. He had turned down the volume of
the radio because of the same thing on every frequency. “What happened? What’s
going on? Where can we get help? Anyone have power?” It got boring real
cargo pocket and pulled out a pair of heavy duty zip ties. Flex cuffs were too
expensive and these worked just as well. In the military, they used to keep
them coiled up in the top of their BDU caps while on road duty. Not that they
needed them that much, but it helped keep the caps in form during guard mount
inspection.
He
tossed them over and told the guy to put one around his right wrist and cinch
it down. He told him to loop the other one through and then loop it around his
door handle. The guy started to complain and Haliday told him to knock it off,
he was doing him a favor. After the guy had attached himself to the door
handle, Haliday looked him over and everything looked fine.
He
holstered the pistol and walked over to the guy to make sure they were tight.
The guy turned toward Haliday, slipped his hand out of the cuff and reached out
and grabbed him. Haliday arm locked the guy and bent his wrist downwards
violently in a gooseneck, almost breaking it.
As the
man yelled out in pain, Haliday put him on the ground and into a prone position
where he wrenched his arm behind his back and pulled tight. The man continued
to yell in pain and Haliday tightened his grip even more. He then drew his
pistol and placed it on the man’s throat up against his jugular. “Keep it up
idiot and your jugular and esophagus become pink slime.”
He told
him to place his other arm behind his back and the guy complied. He looped
another zip tie around his wrist and this time he cinched them down himself.
Haliday helped him off the ground where he then took him and zip tied him back
to the door handle. “Get stupid and you’ll lose more than a few IQ points. You’ll
lose that grey matter you think is your brain.”
Haliday
filled the gas can again, dumped it in his truck and put everything away. He
walked back over to guy who started belly aching about how he was desperate and
wanted to get home. “So am I,” Haliday said, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your
sorry ass. The next guy might have to pay for your mistake because now I can’t
take anymore chances being a nice guy.”
The guy
asked him if he was going to leave him like that and Haliday said “Of course.
Work the door handle hard enough and it’ll come off. Then go find yourself
something to cut the zip ties off. By that time I’ll be far enough away and
could give a rat’s ass about you.” Haliday climbed back in his Tahoe, started
it and left. This was getting far too serious quicker than he thought it would.
Chapter
5
Back to a
full tank now he was calculating mileage and it wasn’t looking very good. He
was cruising along fairly quickly now though, and his mileage should increase.
He was on a course heading south now in order to avoid Lansing. This would take
him only six miles West of Ann Arbor, but since Ann Arbor was home to the U of
M and loaded with college kids and their tree hugging, bleeding heart, liberal
staffers, he wasn’t worried. They were probably still sitting around smoking
dope or hugging each other while waiting for FEMA to come rescue them. Highly
doubtful many of them were ready for this kind of situation.
Cruising
at almost 70 he was glad to see this road was not as cluttered with broken-down
vehicles. That meant fewer people to run into. This of course was most likely
due to the fact that this was now rural farm land with small towns located
between the bigger cities and most people relying on the interstates for
travel. He remembered coming through the area year after year when he attended
the NASCAR races at Michigan International Speedway. He was always looking for
new campgrounds and local attractions to make the weekend more interesting.
Keeping a
closer eye on the time it was close to 10 am. He had turned down the volume of
the radio because of the same thing on every frequency. “What happened? What’s
going on? Where can we get help? Anyone have power?” It got boring real
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