Karl
Fed brought Benji out to the house the next morning so we could go over the plan a couple more times.
“Alright,” I said as we were gathered in my upstairs game room, beers in hand, “this is the idea. Jassy, you and Benji act like desperate teenage runaways. You flirt with the trucker we point out for you. Once you convince him to take you on down the road, you use some chloroform when you're in the cab of the truck. He passes out, you zip-tie him, we take over from there. Keep it simple, stupid, right?”
Fed slowly shook his head. “I don't know, Boss. This whole thing, I mean most truckers are bigger dudes. At least the ones I used to run with.”
“You saying we can't handle ourselves, Fed?” Jassy asked, sidling up next to Fed. “We've been working the streets and hotels for longer th
