Highwayman travels from town to town, state to state and this is how his story goes.

He is on the highway in a car that was not his. He was not sure how it came about that he got the car. “Mentally unstable” is what they labeled him. Screw them he thought, I will show them that I can make it out here on the highway with out their help.

He saw an exit up ahead and believing he should dump the car he eases into the right lane. “CLAIR TOWN TOWN” was what the welcome sign said this was not of importance to him; he had no since of time or no destination for that matter. He just had to keep moving so the bad people did not find him and lock him in that padded room.

He pulled to a stop at the towns five and dime. The parking lot was very busy making it easier to drop the car. Turning off the ignition, he climbed out, and realizing the growl of his stomach meant he needed to eat. Entering the store, he headed for some pop then stopped at the deli were he got some burritos.

He returned to the parking lot instead of returning to the car he headed to the back of the store. There was a little ally probably how the trucks dropped freight, he did not care he was doing nothing wrong just sitting down for some rest and a meal. He ate the burritos and guzzled the pop only now realizing how tiered he was. He landed his head up against the store for a little shut eye.

He dreamt of better times when he still lived with his wife and son. They were going on a picnic out at the Hazel Park.

Hazel Park was his wives special spot. Laying out the blanket he knew his visit was short. Joining the Army was not a good choice. They played ball with Teddy ate the lunch Loren had packed and just had a good day being together while shutting the rest of the world out.

He felt something; he was not ready to leave his dream. Felt another push to his foot, he opened his eyes saw a man standing over him. The guys' uniform said he was security. Security for what his head was still in a fog and memories of his dream.

The person above him said “you cannot sleep here you will need to move on.” He had forgotten where he was, but it was all starting to come back to him. The car, eating food, and oh shit I am sleeping behind the store.

The security guard still standing in front of him said well, “The cat got your tongue or something? If you're not going to acknowledge me, I guess I will have to make a call.”  Pulling the phone out of his belt loop he was talking, “Yea call the police that is what I will do.  They will probably put you in a mental house to observe what your problem is.”

The hitchhiker was at complete attention now. No I was just leaving no problems here thanks for your nice demeanor. As he got to his feet he bumped Mr. Security guy

“oops!” He said, “Sorry about that you should give a person some room to move.  The Hitchhiker walked away, he walked to the freeway on ramp to continue his journey.

When he was back on the freeway out went his thumb, thinking how long will I stand this time.  While drifting back to the army a memory that was burnt in his brain.

He was with the fifth platoon, they were on a mission to find and kill an author hew that was he had no idea, just doing his job.  They made it a couple miles away from base when they came to a checkpoint showing his credentials' was nothing knew.

Then there was an explosion it threw bodies every which way.  The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital ward.  He was in so much pain thought maybe it was all a dream.

The people where around him someone said, “Hey doc, he is coming around.” He had no idea how long he had been there.
 

He asked, “Where am I? What happened?”

They said, “There was a bomb it took out the whole convoy.  When they found you, they brought you to us.  Not sure, we could help you; we have been with you around the clock.”

“So how bad is it”?

The Dr. was surprised that he could carry on this conversation.

The horn blasted him back to the present.  “Well do you need a ride or what?” He remembered where he was it was just one guy in the car.  Thought he would be a good target. 

“He said, “How far you going?”

The guy in the car said, “About two hundred miles.”

The Hitchhiker climbed in throwing his bag in the back seat.

The guy said, “Nice to have someone to talk to, it can get very lonely out on the highway.”

“Yea!” said the hitchhiker, “I'm well aware of that.”

“What is your name?” Asked the driver,

“They call me the hitchhiker”

“Ok” said the driver. 

“What do they call you?” said the hitchhiker

“Bob” the driver said.

Introductions having been made now it starts thought the hitchhiker. Bob started in right on Q, he started his life story.

"Man it has been extremely quit out here by myself, I have been told I have the gift to gab." said Bob. "I'm on my way to a convention in bryersvile for my job you see. I'm with Steve and Franks, they do private detective work. They sent me out for the convention, but I'm actually driving the highways to gather information on Gary Stevens.” “Do you know of him asked Bob?”

The hitchhikers thought his thought was sticky dry. He was thinking yea I know him idiot I am him but just said, “No can't say as I do”

Bob said, “Well he sounds like some Syco. They say he broke out of Wilshire that is back east. Said he was so different since returning from war.  I heard that he had lots of reconstruction on his skull. What with the explosion that killed the whole platoon except him that is. They say he went a little crazy when he returned home killing his wife and child.  Darn shame to, before the war they were a great family, so I heard anyway. Guess he lost it and chopped them into tinny pieces police repot said that the only recognizable thing was he left one hand of each his wife and son. The investigating team said they never saw anything like it.  Hey man you ok didn't mean to freak you out or anything.”

“I'm Fine,” said the hitchhiker. “Just tired and I have a headache.” 

“I have some medicine in my bag if I could get you to pull off the road so I can reach it.”

“Man its pretty dark out there. Spooky if you ask me.”

“Do you have anything to eat?”

 Bob pulled to the shoulder of the highway, coming to a stop both men stepped out of the car. The hitchhiker opened the back door reaching his bag and pulling it close so that he may open it.  He found the aspirin however, that was not the only thing he took out of his bag.  It was his military knife; it felt cold and heavy in his hand. 

The hitchhiker was going into a trance; all of a sudden he was back in the war.

 The leader of his squid said, “Their mission was not going to be a pretty one. Your knife will be the only weapon that can use this time around. You will be breaking into Melisa camp, to find the ring guy.  If someone heard a gun our mission would be run, run, and run.  This way we can catch them in their sleep.  Everyone got that good were off then.”

The hitchhiker heard Bob talking it sounded like he was in a tunnel.  Bob was saying “Hey dude I'm going to go take a leek.” When the hitchhiker comprehended his statement, he headed in the same direction.  Hiding his knife against his leg he reached Bob just as he was zipping up. The hitchhiker was going off. 

How can a human be this destructive entering the camp painted in black they separated having three men to a team.  Reaching the first hut one stood outside, the other two entered.  The hitchhiker had to stand still for a minute to let his eyes adjust to the dark.  Someone moved and all hell broke loose he moved fast not really in focus just knew it was them or himself.  He raised his arm and was on the attach feeling his knife enter and exit objects.  When it was dead, silent again was when he slowed down, then coming to a stop, all together.  Looking down he saw Bob at his feet blood was all over him, Slashes that he made with his military knife.

“So Bob” he said, looks like you gathered more information than you expected.” 

The hitchhiker walked back to the car.  He got in and was gone.  Driving to the next exit he slowed took the ramp heading into a country town.  Seeing a stand of trees, he pulled into them.  Hoping that he was well hidden he climbed out of the car leaving the door open so he can see to go through the car.   He opened the trunk finding information about him throwing it aside as he knew well about that subject. The hitchhiker found a gallon of water putting it aside he opened the suitcase, he took out a shirt and pants luckily there was also a belt as Bob was bigger than himself.  Striping he washed off the blood as best he could.  Throwing his cloths aside and put Bob's cloths on.

The hitchhiker always wore gloves due to some bad scars. Taking them off he put them in a plastic bag he had found and into his backpack, they went, along with some of Bobs cloths. He grabbed his bag and walked down the road heading to town, he spotted an all- night gas station / mini mart.  After he entered, the store he got some deli food and a pop oh of course a pair of knew gloves.  He paid the attendant and left the store. 

The hitchhiker was extremely tired but knew there would be time for that latter, as he needed to get far away from there.  Heading back to the highway he walked down the ramp walked a few yards stuck his thumb out thinking, who will be the next lonely soul driving down the highway that he would cross paths with. 

He pulled to a stop at the towns five and dime. The parking lot was very busy making it easier to drop the car. Turning off the ignition, he climbed out, and realizing the growl of his stomach meant he needed to eat. Entering the store, he headed for some pop then stopped at the deli were he got some burritos.

He returned to the parking lot instead of returning to the car he headed to the back of the store. There was a little ally probably how the trucks dropped freight, he did not care he was doing nothing wrong just sitting down for some rest and a meal. He ate the burritos and guzzled the pop only now realizing how tiered he was. He landed his head up against the store for a little shut eye.

He dreamt of better times when he still lived with his wife and son. They were going on a picnic out at the Hazel Park.

Hazel Park was his wives special spot. Laying out the blanket he knew his visit was short. Joining the Army was not a good choice. They played ball with Teddy ate the lunch Loren had packed and just had a good day being together while shutting the rest of the world out.

He felt something; he was not ready to leave his dream. Felt another push to his foot, he opened his eyes saw a man standing over him. The guys' uniform said he was security. Security for what his head was still in a fog and memories of his dream.

The person above him said “you cannot sleep here you will need to move on.” He had forgotten where he was, but it was all starting to come back to him. The car, eating food, and oh shit I am sleeping behind the store.

The security guard still standing in front of him said well, “The cat got your tongue or something? If you're not going to acknowledge me, I guess I will have to make a call.”  Pulling the phone out of his belt loop he was talking, “Yea call the police that is what I will do.  They will probably put you in a mental house to observe what your problem is.”

The hitchhiker was at complete attention now. No I was just leaving no problems here thanks for your nice demeanor. As he got to his feet he bumped Mr. Security guy

“oops!” He said, “Sorry about that you should give a person some room to move.  The Hitchhiker walked away, he walked to the freeway on ramp to continue his journey.

When he was back on the freeway out went his thumb, thinking how long will I stand this time.  While drifting back to the army a memory that was burnt in his brain.

He was with the fifth platoon, they were on a mission to find and kill an author hew that was he had no idea, just doing his job.  They made it a couple miles away from base when they came to a checkpoint showing his credentials' was nothing knew.

Then there was an explosion it threw bodies every which way.  The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital ward.  He was in so much pain thought maybe it was all a dream.

The people where around him someone said, “Hey doc, he is coming around.” He had no idea how long he had been there.
 

He asked, “Where am I? What happened?”

They said, “There was a bomb it took out the whole convoy.  When they found you, they brought you to us.  Not sure, we could help you; we have been with you around the clock.”

“So how bad is it”?

The Dr. was surprised that he could carry on this conversation.

The horn blasted him back to the present.  “Well do you need a ride or what?” He remembered where he was it was just one guy in the car.  Thought he would be a good target. 

“He said, “How far you going?”

The guy in the car said, “About two hundred miles.”

The Hitchhiker climbed in throwing his bag in the back seat.

The guy said, “Nice to have someone to talk to, it can get very lonely out on the highway.”

“Yea!” said the hitchhiker, “I'm well aware of that.”

“What is your name?” Asked the driver,

“They call me the hitchhiker”

“Ok” said the driver. 

“What do they call you?” said the hitchhiker

“Bob” the driver said.

Introductions having been made now it starts thought the hitchhiker. Bob started in right on Q, he started his life story.

"Man it has been extremely quit out here by myself, I have been told I have the gift to gab." said Bob. "I'm on my way to a convention in bryersvile for my job you see. I'm with Steve and Franks, they do private detective work. They sent me out for the convention, but I'm actually driving the highways to gather information on Gary Stevens.” “Do you know of him asked Bob?”

The hitchhikers thought his thought was sticky dry. He was thinking yea I know him idiot I am him but just said, “No can't say as I do”

Bob said, “Well he sounds like some Syco. They say he broke out of Wilshire that is back east. Said he was so different since returning from war.  I heard that he had lots of reconstruction on his skull. What with the explosion that killed the whole platoon except him that is. They say he went a little crazy when he returned home killing his wife and child.  Darn shame to, before the war they were a great family, so I heard anyway. Guess he lost it and chopped them into tinny pieces police repot said that the only recognizable thing was he left one hand of each his wife and son. The investigating team said they never saw anything like it.  Hey man you ok didn't mean to freak you out or anything.”

“I'm Fine,” said the hitchhiker. “Just tired and I have a headache.” 

“I have some medicine in my bag if I could get you to pull off the road so I can reach it.”

“Man its pretty dark out there. Spooky if you ask me.”

“Do you have anything to eat?”

 Bob pulled to the shoulder of the highway, coming to a stop both men stepped out of the car. The hitchhiker opened the back door reaching his bag and pulling it close so that he may open it.  He found the aspirin however, that was not the only thing he took out of his bag.  It was his military knife; it felt cold and heavy in his hand. 

The hitchhiker was going into a trance; all of a sudden he was back in the war.

 The leader of his squid said, “Their mission was not going to be a pretty one. Your knife will be the only weapon that can use this time around. You will be breaking into Melisa camp, to find the ring guy.  If someone heard a gun our mission would be run, run, and run.  This way we can catch them in their sleep.  Everyone got that good were off then.”

The hitchhiker heard Bob talking it sounded like he was in a tunnel.  Bob was saying “Hey dude I'm going to go take a leek.” When the hitchhiker comprehended his statement, he headed in the same direction.  Hiding his knife against his leg he reached Bob just as he was zipping up. The hitchhiker was going off. 

How can a human be this destructive entering the camp painted in black they separated having three men to a team.  Reaching the first hut one stood outside, the other two entered.  The hitchhiker had to stand still for a minute to let his eyes adjust to the dark.  Someone moved and all hell broke loose he moved fast not really in focus just knew it was them or himself.  He raised his arm and was on the attach feeling his knife enter and exit objects.  When it was dead, silent again was when he slowed down, then coming to a stop, all together.  Looking down he saw Bob at his feet blood was all over him, Slashes that he made with his military knife.

“So Bob” he said, looks like you gathered more information than you expected.” 

The hitchhiker walked back to the car.  He got in and was gone.  Driving to the next exit he slowed took the ramp heading into a country town.  Seeing a stand of trees, he pulled into them.  Hoping that he was well hidden he climbed out of the car leaving the door open so he can see to go through the car.   He opened the trunk finding information about him throwing it aside as he knew well about that subject. The hitchhiker found a gallon of water putting it aside he opened the suitcase, he took out a shirt and pants luckily there was also a belt as Bob was bigger than himself.  Striping he washed off the blood as best he could.  Throwing his cloths aside and put Bob's cloths on.

The hitchhiker always wore gloves due to some bad scars. Taking them off he put them in a plastic bag he had found and into his backpack, they went, along with some of Bobs cloths. He grabbed his bag and walked down the road heading to town, he spotted an all- night gas station / mini mart.  After he entered, the store he got some deli food and a pop oh of course a pair of knew gloves.  He paid the attendant and left the store. 

The hitchhiker was extremely tired but knew there would be time for that latter, as he needed to get far away from there.  Heading back to the highway he walked down the ramp walked a few yards stuck his thumb out thinking, who will be the next lonely soul driving down the highway that he would cross paths with.