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 The late shift at the loading dock suited Jesse just fine. Ever since college, he'd loved to XXXX late, so a job that started at 11 pm was right up his alley. The pay was pretty good, too, and though it was a dead-end job, he'd decided it was great for the time being, at least until he got his vintage Camaro paid off.
Jerry, his foreman, had told him to expect a quiet night. No late shipments were scheduled, and basically Jesse would just be keeping an eye on the storage area. A million-dollar shipment of computer parts had arrived that afternoon, and all Jesse had to do was stay awake and patrol the large storage facility every couple of hours.
Jesse had his feet up, watching the portable TV, when he heard a peculiar noise. Then, he could swear he heard voices coming from the opposite end of the storage facility. The only weapon he had was his cell phone, programmed to speed-dial 911, but he decided to take a look anyway. He crept through the maze of boxes and storage crates, and the voices became clearer.
  "Dis is a piece of cake, Boss! Dese dopes don't even have a security guard. Guess I packed this rope for nuthin'", a gravelly voice said.
Jesse froze...it was a heist! And they thought they were alone. Jesse decided it would be better if they continued thinking that...$26 an hour was good pay, but not good enough to get bumped off for. He began to re-trace his path through the crates when his foot got wedged between two piles of boxes, sending one side crashing down before he could steady them.
Before he could even react, he was grabbed by a tall, muscular guy who circled Jesse's throat with one arm, while clamping a thick hand over his mouth.
"Hey, Boss, look what I found!" his attacker said gleefully.

As Jesse tried to struggle, the Boss looked him up and down.
"Anyone with you, kid?" he asked.
Jesse shook his head no.
"Lucky for you," the Boss said. "Tie him up, Eddie." Jesse saw the silver pistol the Boss pointed at him, and gave up struggling.
  Eddie took out his ropes and began to bind Jesse's wrists together behind his back.
"Ow!" Jesse cried, as the knots were tightened.
"Too tight, kid? You'll get used to it." Eddie said, as he wrapped more rope around Jesse's chest and arms, pulling it snug and knotting it in back. "Now, down on the floor!"
Jesse slid his back along the wall until his butt hit the floor, and watched helplessly as his knees and ankles were tied. A chill went up his spine when he saw Eddie remove a wide roll of duct tape from his bag.
"Please, you don't have to tape me," Jesse pleaded, "I'll be quiet! Plea...MMM PPHHHHFFFFF!!"
  His pleas were ignored as Eddie plastered three layers of the 2-inch wide duct tape over Jesse's mouth, sealing it shut.
"Dere, dat should hold ya. Now, be a good kid and just lay dere. Don't try nuthin', ya don't want da Boss to get mad, trust me."
Eddie left, and went back to helping load up the crates of computer parts. Jesse instinctively flexed against his bonds, testing them. The rope around his wrists was tight and no matter how he tried to twist his hands, there was no give. The tape gag kept his jaws clamped together, and the ropes around his legs kept him immobile. After about twenty minutes, Jesse noticed that there were no more sounds or voices. Then he started to get pissed off, and began rolling around on the floor. He struggled like a madman, but the only result of his efforts was that the ropes felt even tighter than before. He flipped himself over, and plowed into a pile of boxes, sending them crashing to the floor. Luckily, they missed him, but the sound was deafening. Jesse looked up, and there was Eddie towering over him, a coil of white rope in his hand.
  "You dumb kid," he growled, "I told you to keep quiet!"
Jesse whined into his gag, and gave Eddie his best puppy-dog eyes. Eddie squatted down, and chuckled.
"You're a cute kid," he said, winding the rope through the bindings on Jesse's ankles. "I got a nephew you remind me of. Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Just stop rollin' around and lay still here till dey find youse in da morning."
Jesse moaned into his gag as Eddie folded his legs up behind him, and tied the ends of the rope to the cord around his chest so that he was tightly hogtied. He added some more rope to his wrists, then added another strip of tape to the gag.
  He patted Jesse's blond hair affectionately.
"If I was you, kid, I'd look for a new line of woik!"
Jesse sighed, and decided the hood's suggestion was a good one.