Programmer's Vacation

I manage to rent a dune buggy from an establishment in rural Santee. I have previously obtained some slip in mufflers and I use them to augment what little muffling the original setup provided. A quick test run reveals that the exhaust sound is very much reduced and should allow me to cruise the back country in more or less anonymous fashion. I then cruise out to the East county in my rented chariot, using mainly back roads. I have a good, satellite map of the area and I find my way along a few dirt roads until I come to a hill that should lead me to where I need to go.
From the road to the hill is across a deep ditch. However, one end of the ditch is partially filled in with hardened mud from the last of the infrequent East county rains. My 'go anywhere' dune buggy does make it across the mud, if just barely. I then slip and slide across the face of the hill until I arrive at the top. There's a fence across the top of the hill, but there's also an area where the fence has fallen down. I use a couple of boards to make sure that the top of the fallen chain link fence doesn't spear the tires of my dune buggy.
My transit of the fence is interrupted by the arrival of two large, nasty dogs. I use a club and the sleepy gas to render the dogs unconscious. I now have a time budget of nine minutes to do that which I'm to do.
I run the dune buggy up to a barn.
Inside the barn is yet another large, nasty dog. The sleepy gas again does its work and I have another worthless hound stacking Zs, as I do a bit of shopping.
According to the drug dealers in Pacific Beach, the 'ol country boy' who owns the barn and the rest of the farm or whatever, has 'enough weaponry to fight a full scale war.' The assessment proves to be a bit on the optimistic side.
I do find a nice assortment of Uzi assault weapons and even an RPG outfit that looks to be maintained and in good condition. There are also a number of AK-47 assault rifles and, gem of gems, an AK-74, the assault rifle that replaced the AK-47! I scoop up two good looking Uzis and the AK-74, stashing them in my dune buggy. I then go back and stuff a sack with fully loaded magazines for the Uzis and the AK-74, including what I later confirm are some explosive rounds for the AK-74. I then grab the RPG and stash the sack and the RPG in my dune buggy. I gift the barn dog with another shot of sleepy gas and I then, as they say, split the scene.
(Okay, the barn has a dirt floor, as I was told. Of course I left tracks in the dirt, during my shopping expedition. However, the tracks are due to a pair of shoes that I will soon dispose of. In addition, the tracks are for a shoe of a larger size that that which I wear. Thus, a tracker will be searching for someone who wears shoes that I don't own and in a size larger than what I wear. Obfuscation R me!)
I get back to the fence in just over eight minutes, planning to hit the two dogs with another shot of sleepy gas, pick up the boards and then split clean.
However, it's not to be a night of clean splits. There's another large, nasty dog waiting for me. I hit the dog with a club, as it tries to climb into my dune buggy, and then I hit the hound with sleepy gas.
By the time I dispose of the latest dog, the other two dogs are beginning to show signs of life and aggression.
I drive across the collapsed fence and down the steep hillside. I transit the mud filled ditch and then turn the wrong way. My turn is dictated by my need to keep a couple of groggy, but very angry dogs on the wrong side of my open to the air dune buggy. I then proceed down the dirt road, at speed. I can outrun the dogs, but not by too much, as the rough surface of the dirt road doesn't allow the dune buggy too much top end. I drive for a while, turning this way and that as I come to and/or cross other dirt roads. My path is entirely random, as avoiding the teeth of the dogs is my main and nearly only concern.
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