RED ROPE OF BLOOD
She was just there to pick up the baby kit. It all sounded easy enough. She had the cash, and she knew which warehouse it was. All she had to do was go around to the left side of the building and enter the only door that would be open. But when Gloria pulled up in her van early that morning, she didn’t like the guards she saw at that door. They were harassing another woman, and Gloria could tell right away this wasn’t going to work. But just as she was backing up to leave, she saw out of her rear view mirror another door that was open and a woman just coming out.
No one saw Gloria go in, so no one told her that where she was walking was off limits. On any other day, this could never have happened. But as Gloria found out much later, there had been a fight at the warehouse the night before and five of their security guards had been killed. She remembered passing a cleaning crew when she first entered but walked further on looking for someone else to give her directions.
Almost immediately, she realized the building wasn’t what she thought it was. Gloria had driven by it for years and had assumed it was a storage facility for the local furniture store, but the stacked boxes she was passing now looked like they belonged to a pharmaceutical company instead. She recognized some of the names, but it was the locations where they came from that didn’t make any sense to her. Stamped in big letters, she read: “Sixth Pharmaceutical, Harbin, China”. Others were marked: “Bayer Pharma, Germany”.
Rows and rows of nothing but stacked boxes from floor to ceiling. Tablets, capsules, leaves and powder. A smorgasboard of designer drugs that could be snorted, smoked or swallowed. Mind-blowing sexual barbiturates that enhance, enlarge and excite. Truth serums, zombie drugs and knock-out pills. PCP, Chlorazine and Librium. Some to just change your reality … and others to change your brain. A cornucopia of all that one could desire. Hallucinogenic and mind-controlling anti-psychotics that remove all control and all free will. Extreme highs and extreme lows. Flashbacks, memory loss and distorted imagery. Hearing colors … and seeing sounds.
Further on, more boxes but of a different size. Long, short, big, small. An arsenal of ammo. Rifles, pistols, cartridges and shells. All designed to maim, kill or destroy. Most originating from Iran and Harbin, China but some from Germany and others in the far back from Japan. Four unlikely partners, but all in the same bed … and all tied together with a big RED ROPE OF BLOOD.
On the far left of the building was the area that Gloria was looking for, and a man there to take her $650. As he counted out the bills she gave him, he motioned for her to sit down and wait for the doctor to come out momentarily. In less than 10 minutes, she had what she came for … along with the instructions she needed to make a baby. It was even easier that she was told. Her age, her weight and her height were the only questions she had to answer … and, of course, the desired race of the father. African-American was Gloria’s choice, and she would tell others she met him on her vacation to Atlanta.
For more on Sixth Pharmaceutical in Harbin, China, please read: http://www.businessinsider.com/harbin-pharmaceuticals-china-office-tour-photos-2011-9?IR=T
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October 3rd, 2015 in
Red Rope of Blood | tags: bayer germany, designer drugs, harbin china, iran arsenal, sixth pharmaceutical
