Linn and I leave the house a little before 9:15, figuring on a two and a half hour drive down to the Sorrento Valley area. The traffic is light and we really encounter no idiots on the road down. (Forget the parting of the Red Sea, this is the real miracle!)

As we drive and get close to Sorrento Valley, Linn calls Nola. Linn uses a throw away cell phone to verify that Chet and Ramon will indeed do the drug buy tonight.

Linn then drives us to the spot where we planned to park. Actually, Linn parks a little bit away from the final spot. She'll move the car a couple of times, just in case someone notices the car parked in a lonely area.

I take a soft sided guitar case, containing a high powered rifle, a silencer and a receiver for the transmitter that Nola planted on Goofy's truck. I walk it over to the spot that I have planned out. (I don't need a random observer wondering why a guy is walking around with a rifle case.) I'm not sure exactly where the drug buy will go down, but I'm in good position on a hillside overlooking a large parking lot, behind a business building. From my lookout spot, I can also move along the hillside, as necessary. I activate my transmitter detector and I wait. I do Kung-Fu meditation, to keep me calm, occupied and ready for what I need to do.

My transmitter detector peeps and it's game on! I check the direction and apparently Goofy is on his way up I-5. At a quick guess, he's maybe no more than 10 minutes down I-5. I wait a bit and see a big pickup truck ease into the parking lot below me. I uncase my silenced rifle and I'm ready. A couple of guys get out of the pickup and a motorcycle pulls up. A guy gets off the motorcycle, puts it on the kickstand and then pulls off a back pack. The guy reaches into the back pack and pulls out what might be a kilo package of something. One of the guys from the pickup takes the package over to the truck and apparently runs some kinda test on the stuff, with some sort of equipment. Apparently the stuff passes the test and everyone appears to be in a good mood.

One of the guys from the pickup goes around and fetches a case of some kind. He comes back around and he and motorcycle boy then go back over to the pickup and apparently begin to pay for the stuff.

The time has come! My direction indicator shows that Goofy is due, any minute now. Goofy will bring FBI with him and I don't need to deal with the FBI.

One of the pickup boys, probably Ramon, is alert and watching.

I aim my silenced rifle very carefully and put a bullet into watching boy's pelvis. I see watching boy go down and I shift my aim to payoff boy. I again aim my silenced rifle and put a bullet into payoff boy's pelvis. I'm using high velocity, hollow point rounds and the damage from even a single bullet should be considerable. However, I'm a careful workman. I put a second round into payoff boy and shift back and put another second round into watching boy. I then recase my rifle, slip the transmitter detector into the case and get the hell out of there.

I move up the hillside, quickly, but quietly and carefully. My senses are full on! I'm in combat mode and I just want to disappear anonymously. However, I detect someone moving down the hillside. Got to be an FBI agent. I alter my course a bit and try to slide past FBI boy, in the dark. Hell, there's more than one FBI boy. I move as quickly as I can, while holding the noise down to a minimum. I get back to the road that I had intended to use, but there are cars parked along the road, I cross the road and go down another hillside for a bit. I then turn and parallel the road for a bit. I'm moving at a quick walk and feeling the hillside with my feet, as I move over unknown territory in pitch dark. I'm in full Kung-Fu mode and a damn good thing, else I would have tripped and fallen on my face. I use my hard won balance skills and I still slip and slide a bit, as I cover ground. Behind me I hear somebody fall and use some very nasty words as he tries to get back up. Another voice asks if he's alright. I don't talk, I just move. I cover quite a bit of ground, at pretty good speed. I'm in tiptop shape, but I'm working hard and breathing hard.