Two Non-Blind Mice
Tony Jaguar watched the twin-prop plane skid along the tarmac and roll to a stop. Even after so long at the top of the cross-border smuggling racket, his heart still beat faster right before he closed a deal. Maybe it was just adrenaline ? after all, the moment before a deal closed was the most dangerous in the smuggler?s day. But mostly, Tony was gripped by anticipation, as if he could feel the hypnotic pull of the thousands of Logitech Cordless Optical Notebook Mice in the plane?s cargo hold. By morning, his runners would flood the low-rent districts of the city with these optical mice, peddled two mice at a time, delivering a quick, cheap rush of wireless convenience and precision control.
?Ah, the esteemed Tony Jaguar! How wonderful to see you again,? exclaimed Mr. W, the liaison from the Carrollton cartel, mopping the tropical sweat from his brow. He reached past Tony?s Glock-toting heavy men to grab the smugglers hand with a vigorous shake. Tony winced at Mr. W?s garish orange and green attire, but returned the shake.
?I?m not here to thumb wrestle with you and drink Hi-C,? Tony replied. ?Let?s see the Logitech Cordless Optical Notebook Mice, and conclude our business.? One of Tony?s men sliced open one of the crates inside the hold, spilling packages of Logitech mice out the cargo door and onto the asphalt. He picked one up, looked it over, and turned to Tony.
?Compact size. Three buttons. Scroll wheel. And a little USB transmitter. Looks good, chief.?
?Unload them.? While Tony?s minions moved the big boxes of mice from the plane, Tony gave Mr. W a cryptically intimidating look. But the Carrollton courier didn?t take the bait. Seeing nothing in the man?s eyes to indicate guilt or nervousness, Tony motioned to a subordinate, who stepped forward with two large suitcases.
?Two million dollars,? Tony said nonchalantly. ?Do you want to count it?? It pained Tony to use real money, but he didn?t want this Logitech Notebook Mouse connection to dry up.
?No, I?ll take your word for it,? Mr. W brightly assured. ?And I?ll be on my way now.?
?I think that would be best,? Tony agreed. Within minutes he was watching Mr. W?s plane rise off over the palm trees at the end of the runway.
A little while later, Tony was splashing on cologne after a shower when he heard a cry of anguish from the warehouse. Still in his robe, he ran to investigate. A crowd of his men had gathered around an open crate, some shouting, others standing completely still with terrified looks on their faces. ?What is it, you fools?? Tony demanded, shouldering his way through them.
His jaw dropped. Inside the crate, under a thin layer of Logitech Cordless Optical Notebook Mice were stacked plastic bags of cocaine. He raced to one crate, then another, prying them open only to find every one was weighted with the worthless powder instead of the valuable mice he had paid for. Blind with rage, he grabbed the revolver from the belt of his thong and fired angry, pointless shots into the crate, filling the warehouse with white dust and gunsmoke. Tony Jaguar?s life would be driven by one thing from this day forward: to punish the Carrollton cartel for this betrayal.
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