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A country road winding through Ulster County, Upstate New York.
Two hours north of the city. Out of the way, off traveled paths.
Cows, hicks, goobers. A small college to remind folks it‘s still a planet. A car hummed along the winding roadway.
Whitey behind the wheel, as Bones hitched shotgun. Rocky and Shorty in the back. Tony, absent, working his angle. Whitey slowed down, and banged a turn. They spilled onto a dirt road.
Whitey continued. Bones navigated. He told Whitey to stay along the path. Soon, they deposited in a larger, open area. In the foreground, a mini van, parked.
Whitey rolled up to the mini van, and stopped. A guy named Nelson with a hippie chick got out. Nelson popped the back doors, revealing a cache of guns. From the looks of things, they were military-issued. Titanium assault rifles and machine guns.
The guys dug in. Opening up, firing all kinds of weapons.
Machine guns, high-power assault rifles, and pistols. They laughed, sharing a good time. Feeling young again.
A crate of weapons placed in Whitey's trunk. Bones peeled off a roll of bills, reminding them they were here for a job. Nelson pocketed the pay.