Boxcar Derby

A demonic foul, bloody silence had settled upon the shadows and darkened warehouse. The only sounds to break silence were the cat and mouse racing around the dirty concrete floor. Osideo E. Hoffmaster watched absorbedly from advantage point atop the over-head-rafters. He could feel the anger well inside of him as he spied on the men in the shadows. A small group of ten, maybe fifteen he wasn’t sure, as the lights flickered back and forth than finally blew out. But he saw and heard enough. Osideo E. Hoffmaster knew what they were doing. The Official Boxcar Derby was nothing more than another rebellious attempt by the Mexican Drug Cartel to repel the recent agreement between governments. Yes, our new president would be interested when he knows of their tactics. The Mexicans would be in for a very unwelcome surprise.