A night is young and the cargo truck stop on checkpoint, a drop down gate barrier guarded by soldier with a rifle. Lonely armed guard step toward toward the truck ready to ask for papers.
The chatty (civilian?) driver pull out of the truck door window. He having a strong English accent. "What up mate?"
In contrast the guard having strong German accent. "So whats do you have here."
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Driver is surprisingly honest, or carefree as he just wave his hand. "Ah. Only a 50 kilo of termite." [Termite is a pyrotechnic composition of a metal powder. Common applications include welding, particularly for railroad tracks, and it is also used in incendiary devices.]
Of course Guard got shockingly surprised. "Termite?? What it is?? Why you caring it??"
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Driver dint seems to be bothered. "Yea mate. It is a party cracker. There is a VIP party tonight at mansion. Some from the higher-ups decided to light up the party with a surprise firework." He lean out of the window a little to get closer to the guard, getting a little serious and toward the topic. "Look! I am not the mastermind of this operation. But I am on thigh schedule. This package is wired to the plan, and the clock is ticking. So if you don't want the delivery to blow up into our faces, do both of us a solid one: Just check up the cargo already, so I can hand it out to the recipient on mansion, who will plant them professionally."
Guard seeing as the driver pointing with his thumb onto cargo section, the guard speed up things. "Do you have permit? The papers?"
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Driver handing out a simple document holder board with filled out delivery orders, whit minimum information about the deliveries, as he continue to chat. "I have many thing. But, because is a last minute order, of do this at first, I am neither invited or permitted to stay. Yet I am the work horse here, with still multiple schedules of delivery. Hardly I will see a pay increase for all that extra work thrown on my but. What about you mate? Can you relate?"
The lone guard, fells that pain deep in his hearth. Returning the papers to the driver, he just walk toward the gate rising the barrier, so the truck can pass the check point. It watched that vehicle do disappear in distance.
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Later, on a checkpoint, the same game guard staring at distance toward the supposed mansion, as there are a flashes and bangs of a (fire work?) in distance.
Once again the truck, on its way out stop at the checkpoint, and the chatty driver pop up from the front door window. "Hi mate. Can you believe, the ass-kick I got? They throwing me out just as the show starts. Cant even see it in back mirror. Tell about pouring the salt into an open wound. But as it seem to me, you are on same bot, as nobody will be twice fast to make your shift short. Anyway, the deliver schedule is pressing on me, so if you can speed the cheek-out, I maybe lie down to bed still today." He friendly pointed at the gate barrier.
The guard shake his head in silent agreement, straight forward lifting the gate barrier. As hinted Lonely guard let that friendly driver and his truck pass, while exchanging a friendly gesture. But still, he continue sadly glaring onto distance toward the firework flashes at mansion.