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Restlessness had been my constant enemy for years, despite the meetings ,deals to broker , [censored] , guns and stolen cars I moved , even with all that on top of a legitimate shipping business to run you would think I could curb it . No matter what I tried, the restlessness would overtake me and I would go on pure instinct to satisfy it. I had been in the lovely city of Charleston for three days now, for a meeting with the local Warlocks motorcycle club to handle their first shipment of Crystal Meth but our plan had slowed down considerably. Actually, it had ground to a screeching halt, was a better description of the current situation and I was not happy about it. A few of the members had been recently arrested, and our plans on transporting a dozen custom motorcycles packed with crystal meth via transport truck had to be changed at the last minute. The run to Kansas was set for two days from now, the drivers and protection runners would have to be chosen again, and the routes I had already changed , all of this was not a problem just a minor hassle. It was just after eight o'clock, and I had already eaten dinner at a steakhouse my brother had recommended with Buzz, a member of the savannah chapter of the same motorcycle club who earned his legitimate living as security on my payroll. At six foot -three and about two hundred and eighty pounds all Buzz really had to do as far as security for me was look menacing and that came to him naturally. Buzz looked like he just stepped out of The Wild Bunch he could have passed for a young Marlon Brando, dressed in classic Levi's, a white tee, black motorcycle boots, with his jet-black hair slicked back, and his classic military cap turned around backwards. ...

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