Because they traveled under the name, ‘executive’, they could indulge in everything forbidden. The power of prestige and money spoke with a silent tongue that commanded respect by fact of ignorance by those in authority looking the other way. Pistols, automatic rifles, carry permits, young women and boys of dubious virtue, illicit substances, all were freely offered, if you were one and the same with their ranks then you could command this measure of respect. A secret sign upon a license plate, a handshake or two, the right word in combination and of course observance to a fraternal code of silence that found one slumbering offshore beneath tempestuous wind and wave. That only, of course, in the ritual sense of same. The common folk were to busy to notice with their endless labors in a footrace with financial demise. “Fish and suckers”, ripe for the taking placed there by the almighty architect for these foxes to rustle. No scheme too entangled or patently unfair. No stratagem too cynical and socially debilitating to spring upon these children of the conveyor belt. Those who collectively made up the lower echelons, equally gullible and usable. The conflicting notion of divine intervention was dismantled and false doctrines beneficial to quick gain supplanted in its place. So many reasons were at the tongue’s tip why a wide gap placed betwixt the few and the many could now be substantiated. Perhaps a matter of some ancient long forgotten but now rediscovered code that deciphered the universe to the advantage of them that had gotten it? Perhaps, equally, the quick employ of the latest fruit of the lathe combined with some new chemical ether a peaceful segment of some foreign soil far off the fittest of proving ground? All in the name of furthering the knowledge of that bastard child known by the surname, “mankind”.
The Indemnified Scoundrels Of The Greater Realm