<strong>Vern ~ The VAN ride to Hell</strong><br/><br/>Vern looked out the window catching glimpses of a cottage along the winding narrow road. They had taken the first right to Sedgwick  at the last round about and the scenery changed to rolling fields with great stone fences that marked each property.<br/><br/>The road narrowed with each turn. Ghassom Moussad didn’t seem to notice and took the damn things like they were straight aways and roared with laughter. It was getting on Vern’s nerves. The laughter not the driving. A man could only take so much maniacal laughter.<br/><br/>“What the fuck, Moussad??” Vern growled.<br/><br/>“Shut up boy. I’m shaking them up back there. Tugging on all those chains. Getting them ready for the unload,” The Syrian growled back.<br/><br/>“Not the drivin that fuckin cackle!”<br/><br/>Ghassom shrugged as if to say tough and took the turn sharper than he had to for the effect it would have in the back.  Then laughed evilly.<br/><br/>Vern got the message and cross his arms across his chest in protest, “So how many times are we gonna drive back and forth on this big ass circle of yours?”<br/><br/>“Two more,” Moussad said, ”To confuse them.”<br/><br/>“They ain’t gonna get rescued they’re gonna get trained to perform and put on a fuckin plane to places that never heard of emancipation just like Mr. Tsade wants,” Vern grumbled as the Syrian cut the wheel sharply and he floated back against the window again.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later and the Van made the turn into the iron gate and electric fence of the estate.  It looked like a road thru a forest. The Van kept going and emerged on the other side of the tree outcropping. They drove past the cottage and into the barn while someone in the silo above them watched with binoculars and the monitors strategically placed around the estate.<br/><br/>The van drove in. Stopped. Backed into a stall that had only the most general connection with horses. Vern got out first and came around back to push the combination on the post.<br/><br/>The stall wall rumbled as hydraulics came to live and the platform lowered to the Van bumper. Vern climbed up and went to the wall of the barn itself and pushed the green button. A sharp beep sounded twice as the elevator cage rose up and settled in place ready to bring those above down into the bowels of this hellish facility.<br/><br/>The Syrian was on the platform standing by the back door of the Van waiting to open it once Vern brought the dollies to transport the cages. No accidental escapes. No drama unloading.<br/><br/>Once in the depths of hell, then it was on.<br/><br/>