How to Date an Android

How to Date an Android Chapter 16 Part A (revised!)

Those guys won't think of going to the back yard. And there's nothing to steal there. So after I got there I just laid down on the ground behind the wood pile. Its the only thing I can do. Thankfully I've got a light jacket on with a hood.

I hate this part too because there's all kinds of bugs and spiders that infest the wood pile. That makes it hard to sleep because I'm obsessed with the feeling of bugs crawling all over me. Most of the time there isn't.

Still...no cops showed up. That's weird again too.

I did hear the gangsters car out front and it's burned rubber peeling out too shortly after they shot that guy. They were worried about being caught so I don't think they went in my house but I would wait till morning to find out. That would also mitigate the chance of being caught by one of them in ambush mode, if one of them had decided to stake out my house from the inside.

For now I'll just sleep out here. The backyard isn't viewable by other yards also, due to opaque fencing. I don't dare go back inside while those guys are driving around.

It took a lot of time to go to sleep since I was so stressed out. All night I kept thinking, what if those guys come back? What if they start snooping around that street or doing surveillance? It makes sense that they'd want to make sure they weren't seen. They would do follow up blackmail or another shooting spree. That's how those things were managed, since it's easier to control through fear than use lawyers.

They really could get paranoid and be watching for other changes in the neighborhood. It makes me uneasy. I also get even more uneasy thinking about what if Barbara shows up right when they are scouting the place out.

...

Still no cops to check on things when morning came. Its right around sun up now.

I got up like usual because of my habits. It wasn't easy. And when I do get up I've got a massive headache because I've gotten less sleep than I usually need while my body is trying to heal itself up. I managed to get to the bathroom and clean up. Sometime about forty five minutes later I'm semi-awake and combed up.

I checked my house carefully after waking up outside in the back. There wasn't any sign of forced entry and the windows aren't broken. I still didn't want to go inside. I'm worried something might be hiding in a closet or worse, but I have to check things out.

Do I go in there... or not?

The gangster's truck is gone...

After my hands were shaking so badly I spilled my morning juice I managed to check everything out. No prowlers and they didn't get inside the house. Its even a miracle that it didn't turn out worse than it did.

Whew...that was so freaking close.

I can't believe I was saved by some sacrificial mall cops...I mean private security guards. Weird though that their bodies are all gone but their security truck is still there in front of my house.

Why did they leave their company truck here but take the bodies only? And they also left rust brown stains on the side of the road where they were gunned down.

That's strange...

Normally a tow truck would take that to the police impound yard. Probably milk their company for fees also.

Some might think it's a plus to have a symbol of security and awareness of security in front of your house. But if things are really bad it could be a symbol that will be one of the first things to be challenged in this area when the anarchy erupts.

I'll figure that out after lunch. I have probably until dark to figure it out.

I have some fresh toast on bakers bread smothered in melted butter between some mayo, mustard, sliced tomatoes, lettuce, and a small amount of bacon before calling Barbara. I almost decided the breakfast sandwich was my true love before remembering how wonderful Barbara is.