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“A lot” I responded. “Diamonds make it easy. You can hold $40 million in the palm of your hand. Diamonds can be difficult to unload in many places so I keep some old gold coins and currencies of different countries.” With Slim and Giant both staring at me I stated “Your go-bag shouldn’t have just underwear and toothpaste.”
“Speaking of that” Stretch stated. “We are all going to need such things before long. Our go-bags aren’t here. They are safe, but not here.”
“We will have plenty of operational funding and gear once we get to the storage locker” I responded. “I’m sure you can find a K-Mart or some place to snag the bare necessities after that.”
“What about you?” Giant asked.
“My go-bags are in the locker” I responded. “Note, I said bags plural. I’m so glad you ended up with an Avalon for us Stretch. If we completely empty the locker the trunk will be all mine. Don’t worry, we will empty a couple of the back packs when we take out the operational funding.”
“You really think this job will cost that much?” asked Slim.
“Why do you think he had her transfer all of that money around?” asked Giant.
“One. I have no idea what this job is, other than to stay alive long enough to either determine the exact size of the tumor or disappear so completely even you guys couldn’t find me.”
“Two. Transferring the money had nothing to do with this job, well, not from a financial viewpoint, hopefully. I needed to know just how many of my old accounts they know about and in which countries. I have means of checking that once we get the gear from my locker. Those which neither receive money nor get drained are the ones they don’t know about. That will also tell me what countries are reasonably safe. With a lot of luck I will never need to touch those accounts they filled. Well, not directly.”
“Three. You guys are just as burned as me, if not more. I suspect it wouldn’t matter now if you killed me and drove me straight back to that office. From the sound of things none of you have been setting up your own retirement plans.”
“Right on all three accounts” said Stretch.
“We do have a little put away” countered Slim.
“Not thirty plus years worth, especially for all three of us” responded Stretch.
“Now I’ve got questions” piped up Giant. “One, just how much are you worth? And Two, what did you mean by touching directly? You have an indirect method?”
“Everybody with brokerage accounts in multiple countries has an indirect method” I answered. “The age old pump and dump penny stock scam. The accounts you cannot risk directly pulling from you have purchase huge quantities of some obscure penny stock. Use one of those anonymous prepaid cards or some other means to put fake news in the field about some discovery or reverse merger. The volume and news attracts attention, especially if your news happens to have a grain of truth.”
“As to how much am I worth? I don’t know” I continued. “I never counted the back packs I carried out of the drug lord jobs. Money showed up in accounts. I assume there were various ‘handling fees’ removed, but, it was free money. Sometimes hundreds of thousands. Muni-bonds, dividend paying stocks and ETFs. It adds up. I don’t keep track of it. Some of the better places would accept re-investment instructions.”
“News of my death will be interesting. Official news of my death, anyway. I probably hold enough shares of some Fortune 1000 company to be on the board. Some of them were very special to the people who were first running this outfit. No real idea who that is now. Over half of them are dead.”
“Why would you do that?” Giant questioned.
“When you are young and dumb and full of cum you don’t need a reason to make life miserable for the cusses who were probably behind your death in one manner or other. It was the only form of insurance policy I could purchase. Like all life insurance, it wouldn’t keep me alive, but it would ‘look after’ those I cared about.”
Slim and Stretch actually chuckled at that one. Giant just looked confused. “Okay . . . but what about this pump and dump thing?” Giant eventually asked. Slim and Stretch guffawed. “What!” hollered Giant, “I want to know!”
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