Filthy Bags by Be.

Charlie was driving his old red convertible Cadillac through the blistering desert toward Las Vegas, the engine coughing and sputtering like it was trying to escape the heat. The sun beat down mercilessly, warping the horizon in a mirage of distorted shapes. Why was he going to Vegas? Hell if he knew. Maybe because it was the kind of place that thrived on bad decisions—and Charlie had a knack for making those. It was all about running away from something, even if he wasn’t sure what it was anymore.

He stopped at a gas station to refuel his rapidly deteriorating mind and car. That’s when it happened. A scruffy man, looking like he’d just crawled out of a bad decision, walked up to him and shoved not one, but two filthy bags into Charlie’s hands. Both were surprisingly heavy for such small, tattered things, their contents shifting in a way that suggested there was more to them than met the eye. "Take 'em," the man grunted. "You’ll need 'em." Before Charlie could even process what was going on, the man ambled off, leaving a trail of dusty footprints as he vanished into the vast desert. Charlie stared down at the filthy bags, his curiosity piqued and his nerves slightly rattled. Something about the whole interaction felt like it had been pulled from some bad noir film, but he wasn’t one to shy away from chaos. He tossed the filthy bags into the passenger seat of his old Cadillac and drove on, though the bags seemed to grow heavier with each passing mile.

As the miles stretched out across the barren desert, Charlie’s mind began to spiral. What was in the filthy bags? He thought about tossing them out, but something kept him from doing it. Maybe it was the heat messing with his head, or maybe it was just the absurdity of the situation, but he had to know what was inside. With every glance toward the passenger seat, the bags seemed to have a life of their own, like they were waiting for him to open them, to unlock their mysteries. Was it full of money? Drugs? Or worse? The weight of them was all Charlie could think about, like they were a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the right moment to go off.

By the time Charlie reached the outskirts of Vegas, the anxiety had reached its peak. The desert had chewed him up, and the thought of stepping into the neon madness of the city seemed like an escape. He pulled into a gritty roadside diner to calm his nerves, but as he swung open the door of the Cadillac, he froze. Both filthy bags were now sitting side-by-side on the driver’s seat. He swore they hadn’t been there before. With a growing sense of dread, he yanked them out of the car and opened them. Inside the first bag, something heavy and jagged shifted. A dark, glittering object wrapped in a damp cloth. It felt like metal, but the shape was all wrong—too smooth, too rounded, too unfamiliar. In the second bag, Charlie’s fingers brushed against what felt like a stack of papers, but they were damp and sticky, the edges curling, as if something had been spilled on them. He could barely make out the words scrawled in precise, almost mechanical handwriting, but a few stood out through the smudged ink:

"Real-time Compliance Enforcement Activated."
"Unauthorized Possession Detected."
"All Movements Are Being Monitored."

Charlie’s stomach twisted into a knot as he reread the words, a slow, creeping realization settling in. This wasn’t just some shady desert deal gone wrong. This was something bigger. Something watching. The bags suddenly felt heavier, as if they were more than just objects—they were a message. Maybe even a warning. With a sharp inhale, he tossed them into the backseat, slammed the door, and gripped the wheel. The neon lights of Vegas flickered in the distance, humming like an electric heartbeat.

He had no idea what he’d just gotten himself into, but one thing was clear—if something out there was watching, it already knew exactly where he was headed.

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LTHM founder Diego Valle started the imprint in the summer of 2012, to create a collective of innovative and forward-thinking music pieces for audiences worldwide. With a main focus in the genres of Deep House, Deep Tech, Tech House, Minimal and Techno.

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