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He asks for a map and the bartender points to the far wall we both get up and walk over to it, he points out where it is. I map out a way to Seattle to buy a few things then make a mental note of where I need to go and where I will need to go thru. “Know anywhere close that I can get a clean id by any chance?” he writes down an address in Seattle for me to go and signs the bottom. I say my thanks and maybe one day I will see him again. I get a room for the night then leave in the early hours of the morning. I keep riding until I finally see the city lights they are beautiful. I go to the first cheap hotel I can find and pay for a night, I roll the bike into my room and lock the door and go to sleep. It’s nearly noon when I finally wake up, I shower and get dressed before heading to the address that I was given. It’s by the shipping yard, I knock on the large roller door and a black man answers. “What the hell do you want?” he barks at me, I hand him the note. “I was sent here for clean id.” He eyes the note then steps aside to let me in, once I’m inside he pats me down and checks for wires when suddenly someone speaks. “She isn’t no cop, she is wanted in relation to her parents murder. How can I help you Eve?” I hand him the note, he nods then walks away so I follow him. “So what are ya after and how long til you need it?” “The full works, enough to drive and start up bank accounts and I need it now. How much?” “15G upfront and I will 3 hours.” “I’ll give you 20 if you can do it in 2hours, I have a long way to go and there are things that I need to do here first.” I open my bag and pull out the money then put it on the table, he laughs. “Not bad, looks like Jimmy knows a winning horse when he sees one.” He hands me a phone. “I will text once it done.” I nod then walk back outside and ride into the city; I go straight to the bank of America. I walk in and straight up to a teller, the young women looks at me with a cocky smile. “Can I help you miss?” “Yes I would like to speak with your manager regarding this account.” I hand her a black card. “Id please.” I smile at her. “No I think I will wait for your manager thanks.” “Just a minute please.” She picks up her phone and dials a number. “Mr Bradman there is a young girl here who wishes to speak with you regarding a VIP account. Yes sir.” She stands up and points to the door on the far left. “He will see you now.” I nod and go to where she points, I knock on the door and then go in. A man in his late 50’s stands up and greets me. “So how can I help you today?” I hand him the card and his eyes open wide. “I trust you have the phrases?” “I do.”
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