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THE TRANSFER Alone, he was forced to make a critical choice. Before leaving, he took one last look at the picture on the shelf, impulsively touched the face behind the glass tracing her face with his finger, then kissed it. Carefully, he removed the photo from its frame, lit a match and burned it to ash; dumped the remains in the trash. Dared not leave any damning evidence behind. Every fiber of his being hated what he knew he must do; it made his skin crawl but there was no turning back now. Focused on his task, he had to hurry before he changed his mind. Garrison opened the briefcase to ensure every item was securely enclosed in the envelope: untouched, unopened. Harsh winds blasted his face as he opened the door; winter had been cruel in more ways than one. It will be over soon, he assured himself. Judge Abernathy is counting on me to make the transfer. Keys in hand, the door closed behind him for the last time. Looking back, he quietly said goodbye to all he had ever known and loved. Maybe some good will come from this yet; if it did, it was long in coming. Neglecting his own safety, he accepted the task of Keeper; his only regret was leaving Kate behind. Only a small window was given: midnight, the twelfth of December. Perhaps that had special meaning – 12-12-12 – but he asked no questions, only arranged a meeting. Quickly, he hid the briefcase beneath a blanket and drove to the appointed spot. Restless, he scanned nervously for any onlookers; didn’t think things would escalate this far. Silently he waited for the contact to show. Twisted guts told him danger was imminent although another quick scan promised he was alone. Under the darkness, at 11:58 p.m., he saw a man approach, hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat, uncertain in his steps, nervous, searching. Valuable goods retrieved, Garrison hailed the man, then handed the mysterious envelope to the faceless stranger. Whispering he asked, “Should I call the Judge and let him know?” Xerostomia overtook the man and he licked his lips; “No, tell no one… instead…” the man called over his shoulder, “…RUN!” “Yes sir, you can count on me; just glad to be done with it,” Garrison twitched as he watched him disappear in the blackness. Zooming in overhead, the single quiet drone targeted its victim and finished the task. _______________________________
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