[ WP ] The year is 2284 . The United States officially recognizes every person over the age of 65 to be a worthless sponge of resources . Tell the story of a smuggler who makes a living by concealing the elderly .

The smuggler took another drag on his cigar, watching as the smoke curled up towards the shuttered windows. The only light in the room came from an antique lamp, positioned on the desk between the pair. It was more than enough to set the tone of their meeting. 
 
 “ Your request puts me in a difficult situation. ” He said to the elderly gentleman in front of him. He scribbled a few notes, onto a sheet in front. This was mere theatrics, he wanted the client to squirm. “ It will cost. ” 
 
 “ I will give you everything I have, ” the man said desperately. His lips were thin and dry, crows feet lined the eyes of his watery eyes. 
 
 “ Something like this takes planning, Eric. Can I call you Eric? ” He continued after the man nodded. “ Usually I want at least two months to set it all up. Make bribes, secure an unpatrolled route, have someone pick you up on the other side. ” He scratched at his beard, feigning compassion, as if trying to solve a complex puzzle. “ And you have? ” 
 
 “ Two months. ” Eric grasped at a letter, issued from the Bureau of Retirement. It stated that his appeals had been denied. He ’ d been sure his businesses would provide the necessary exemption. 
 
 “ I ’ ll need $ 200,000, all in cash by next week. ” He made the effort to commit the look of shock on the man ’ s face to memory. The way his eyes grew wide, the veins of his neck tensing. They both knew Eric was backed into a corner. There was an art to screwing someone over, and Wilson took pride in his work. “ I won ’ t negotiate or haggle, ” he added, cutting off the old man before he had chance to speak. 
 
 “ I ’ ll- I ’ ll be able to do it. I can move some funds around, reduce my children ’ s inheritance. ” Eric took in a deep breath and sighed, his eyes darted downwards. “ I can get it you Monday. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m glad we could come to an agreement so fast. ” Wilson held his hand out to seal the arrangement. “ I ’ ll prepare an itinerary and have it sent to you via encryption. ” 
 
 The pair shook hands and the meeting came to an abrupt close. Eric left the office and descended the stairs, rushing out onto the street. He walked casually until a dark SUV with blacked out windows stopped beside him. The door slid open and he was greeted by the sight of four agents each wearing flak vests and sidearm raised. 
 
 “ Evening Sir. ” Spoke one of them, handing him an earpiece and a pistol. 
 
 “ We have what we need. Proceed as planned. ” He spoke both to them and held a finger to his ear. 
 
 Several hundred metres back ‘ Eric ’ heard the sound of a door being battered in. Several moments later shouts and gunfire rattled down the road from the office. In his ear he heard the sergeants of the three squads coordinate and send brief updates. Ten minutes later and the job was done. 
 
 Agent Carlson walked into the office and stood over the body of Wilson. The poor deserving bastard lay in a pool of blood which grew out from three bullet holes. “ Well done lads. Another victory for democracy eh? ” He sighed and turned away from the corpse, a bittersweet taste in his mouth. This was the price he paid to survive as a 67 year old American. 
 
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