Down a Long Lane – part 2

“Put the gun down.” Mikey spoke calmly, there was no hesitation in his voice.

    Elijah tensed for a moment, as if he was realizing that there was now a gun pointed to his head.

    “And who, do we have here?” the man in the fedora spoke, still not highly concerned.

    “I’m the security guard at this junkyard. You’re trespassing and performing illegal activity- I have every right to shoot you right now.”

    “Very well. It appears the luck is in your favor tonight Daniel. I do hope you realize our business arrangement is terminated as of this moment. Now as for you, the brave security guard, lower that gun and we’ll be on our way.”

    Mikey contemplated what to do next. He didn’t want to call the police and have these guys trying to kill him. He also was afraid to lower the gun in case they all decided to kill him. He looked in expectancy at Daniel- as if asking what he should do next. Daniel held his eye for a moment and then nodded, as if he wanted Mikey to let Elijah go and trusted that he would leave. Mikey lowered the gun and walked over to Daniel and the two other guys, keeping the pellet gun pointed at Elijah and Harry the entire time.

    Elijah glared at Daniel for a minute longer and then turned and walked back to the car. Harry followed and the two got in and they turned around slowly and took off toward the back exit gate.

    “Fuck man, you saved our asses back there! What’s your name?” Daniel now spoke to his savior of the night.

    “My name’s Michael, but almost everyone calls me Mikey. Hey look man I don’t want any trouble now, if you guys just leave and don’t come back I won’t mention a word to the cops or anybody.”

    “Don’t worry about it, we’ll get lost. But hey what kind of gun is that, a glock?” Daniel asked.

    Mikey held the pistol out to show Daniel.

    “It’s a fucking pellet gun boys! This guy’s a legend!” Daniel laughed and Liam and Grant joined in.

    Mikey laughed nervously with them, he had been unsure about revealing his weapon was fake, but now felt slightly more relaxed.

    “Look man, you helped us out a lot right there, and I really wish I could give you something in return. But that guy just took our entire delivery and didn’t give us a dime, plus now we’ve got to find some new buyers. So this is all I got.” Daniel reached in his pocket and pulled out a small bag with something green inside and handed it to Mikey.

    “Weed? Is that what this was all about?” Mikey asked.

    “Yeah, we grow it, best stuff in Minnesota if you ask me. Do you want it?” Daniel asked.

    “I mean me and my brother smoke occasionally, I guess I’ll take it.” Mikey laughed, he was starting to like this Daniel guy.

    “Alright, well we’re gonna head off, I appreciate you keeping this to yourself. You handled yourself nicely back there, we could use a guy like that. God knows these guys wouldn’t have the balls to point a pellet gun at someone’s head. You ever want to make some extra cash, give me a call.” Daniel pulled out a cellphone from his other pocket and also handed it to Mikey.

    “This has my number in it, don’t call me on anything else. See you man.” Daniel explained and then the three guys started walking towards the back exit.

    Mikey looked unsure, as if he hadn’t wanted to take the phone at all, but just watched them walk away until they disappeared behind the countless mountains of trash.

Chapter 2

    Mikey once again climbed into an Uber and headed home. The rest of the night hadn’t been nearly as exciting, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. He got out of the car two blocks early just so he could walk and clear his head. He kept running his hand over the phone in his jacket pocket, thinking of the possibilities that could open up with just one call on it.

    “No,” he thought, “I can’t become a drug dealer.”

    When he finally got home his brother had already left for work. Eric worked part time as a forest ranger in Voyageurs national park. Mikey went into his room and set the phone and bag of weed on his nightstand table. He laid down in bed in hopes that he’d be able to sleep off the events from the night before. No luck, he didn’t feel tired at all. It was as if the adrenaline was still running through him. He got up and sat at his desk and turned on his laptop.

    A few quick Google searches gave him the information he was looking for. Marijuana was an illegal recreational substance in the state of Minnesota, and trafficking it was a felony with serious jail time and fines involved.

    “Why did I enjoy that so much?” he asked himself curiously.

    Mikey already knew the answer to that question, it was something exciting. It wasn’t the same easy classes he was taking everyday in college. It wasn’t the boring night shifts he worked every weekend just to have a little spending money. He had been growing tired of the same routine for quite some time now. And now that he’d had a taste of something new, something that got his blood-rushing just at the thought of it, he wanted the whole meal.

    Mikey wanted to wait until Eric got home to ask him what he thought about everything, but he couldn’t. He grabbed the phone and went into the contacts, there was only one number with no name associated with it. He took a deep breath and hit the green call button. The phone rang several times before going to voicemail, and Mikey decided not to leave a message just to be extra cautious. He laid back down in his bed to take a short nap.

    Mikey woke up nearly six hours later to the sound of Eric getting home. He grabbed the phone to see if Daniel had tried to call him back, no such luck. He hopped in the shower and then put on some fresh clothes, it was now about 4:00 p.m.

Stay tuned for tomorrow!

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