Two weeks later (I foreshadowed this with yesterdays entry you can't be surprised) I was standing bored out of my mind at a "checkpoint". I don't know what me and the three guys with me dressed as farmers with a broken wagon were "checking", but we were checking the crap out of it standing by a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. This was my new normal since I hooked up with the rebels. I delievered the weapons and then I joined their checkpoint teams making sure the roads of Lork were properly dirty and boring and nothing happening. It was the roll I was born to play waiting by roads not making conversation while people pretended to fix something. Honestly if there was ever a metaphor for my life, this would be the perfect one.
At least it wasn't raining, that's all I could really say. I knew that the rebels were doing something somewhere. And us standing by the road was part of that plan, but I had no damn clue what any of it was. Which made it all the more surprising when we were arrested by the Lork Authorities. Yeah, standing by a country road unarmed (and we were unarmed). I tell you its almost like Lork was some kind authoritarian shit hole where doing anything could get you arrested. AS IF!
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