Another dreamer successfully contacted!
Await the results of my rushed paperwork.
Assuming they don't result in my immediate arrest, head over to a Best-buy type store and find a laptop with cellular access, or find a cellular access card. Inquire about the price of an appropriate cellular plan and financing for the laptop.
(( May or may not tack on more stuff to this. I'm honestly not sure, we'll see how badly I fill out paperwork 
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The man who was handling your paperwork returns a few minutes later and puts it back in front of you.
"I'm afraid you haven't filled out anything for the current living address. We can't approve your loan without a non-P.O. box address to contact you at."
He seems rather rough about this; as though he might see through your thin camouflage of upstanding citizenry.
Check if the stuff I bought is well-secured and semi-inconspicuous (it shouldn't be too apparent I'm making a run for it), then go to some other store/supermarket and buy food and water, make sure it's enough to survive 2-3 weeks at least. Then fill up a jerrycan or two with gas at the nearest station.
'Now what ya do Rico?' Where to run next? Will there even be any running?
I wonder how the kids are...
You drive to the supermarket and load up on non-perishable food and water. You'll be living on granola and beans but at least you won't starve. You pay for it all and push your heavily laden cart back out to the SUV. It takes some doing but you mange to fit everything into the back and throw a blanket over it. You can't hide that you have things, but at least this way they can't see what you have.
That done, you go fill a jerry can with gasoline from the gas station attached to the supermarket and stick it in the back with the rest.
You check your watch after everything is done. 5:15.
The sun has almost set at this point, and the world is growing much darker as the night rolls in. It's getting even colder too, enough to make you shiver as you stand next to your car, trying to figure out where to go next.
Sam checks whether the range is 'bring your own ammo', if it is, he buys a box of soft-nose .357, gets an hour of range time, and starts target shooting.
You buy yourself a box of soft-nose rounds and head into the practice range. You practice for an hour, carefully lining up shots and putting them down range into human shaped paper targets. First you practice on accuracy, then try to speed things up a bit, trying to put a nice triangle of shots into the center of mass as quickly as possible. You work the rust off, getting back into the practiced rhythm you had in the old days, and using up the whole box of rounds in the process. It feels good to know some of the training is still there, that civilian life hasn't completely striped you of what you learned during your navy days.
"Still," you think as you lay your revolver down on the surface of the shooting stall, "Paper targets doing shoot back."
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