Percy was halfway through stowing the last batch of groceries he'd ferried up here. It was a big batch, lots of non-perishables, so he could tell whatever the plan was, it included the long term. He didn't mind. Hopefully bigger plans meant bigger paydays.  His cell called for his attention and he answered right away, not wanting his new boss to get the impression he was lallygagging in any way. He was serious about this opportunity, his first big shot. Deadly serious.<br/><br/>Packages.  At the gate. It was time. The boss needed him.  And he'd called him Reverend, not Percy. That pleased him no end, and he resolved to carry his end of that deal: anyone who messed with the Reverend on this job would find out right quick they'd just taken one giant step closer to a face-to-face with God, and as the Reverend he'd be happy to arrange the meeting.<br/><br/>He gave a quick confirmation, slid the last of the bags still unpacked under the large wooden center table and out of the way, and took off, hearing the squeak and slam of the kitchen's screen door behind him.  It was the better part of a minute's brisk walk to the gate, time enough to wonder about the packages, and about how much they were worth, and what his share would be.  By the time he turned the corner to see the van parked at the gate, his eager smile was peeking through his diligent attempts to keep a cold professional demeanor.