PART I - THE WASTELANDS OF LOCKDOWN continued
Part I continued:
On my way out of Moab, when you are going up the mountain towards Denver, in between the two tunnels on the road. There is an overpass that separates the two lanes of traffic into different levels. Oncoming traffic is not visible. Underneath the roadway is a river, above it are two towering ridges that hug the perimeter of the throughway. This is one of the factory locks. You might remember a building on the left side of the road. This is the only way out, this is one of the most guarded locks in the country. Under the high roadway. It looks like some sort of manisple facility with viewing windows on to the road.
In the pathement there are two cuts on either side of the two lane road. The cuts go crosswise and you can see it as you drive by.
It is literally a drawbridge.
They monitor the traffic far before you reach the lock. They have been monitoring you since god knows when, but especially after you were deemed red by the system. You started a dope band, lost your job, got in trouble with the wrong people or just knew too much.
Somewhere before the drawbridge I passed a car that had been demolished. Teetering on its side. No one was in it.
But really. If you think about it. There is no way in hell that they could get away with that. Someone would find out. No way an entity as strong as this, would leave behind any traces of their body count.
I think a easier more untraceable way would be just checking someone off the highway into a ditch. No one would be able to know what happened to old Jim in the truck after he started spouting off a bunch of nonsense and moved off the land of the red.
Now. What do we do.