The Man From Mars - Episode Seven

   "Are you kidding me?" Hong Xia was laughing as she asked it. "My top girls pull that kind of money in one hour of work. Why would I risk everything I have to save your skinny little ass?"
   "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to insult you. What I meant to say was, I'll give you five-hundred bucks up front and you can charge me, whatever you want, for the time I am here. You know I'm good for it."
   "First tell me why the Secret Service would be looking for you? Did you threaten the President or something?"
   I looked at Hong Xia and told her a half truth. "I'm really not sure why they would be after me?"
   "George," a frustrated Xia said. "You have to give me something more than that. I am not just thinking about myself here. I have employees to think about. Where else in this town are these girls going to get a chance to make this kind of money, while staying off the streets?"
   "Your right," I said. While looking down to the floor with my own frustration kicking in. "I shouldn't have jeopardize our friendship or your place of business by coming here."
   "Give it a rest George. That lost puppy dog act is not going to work on me." She said while shacking her head. "You know I'll help you, but you are being very vague about the whole situation. And what about my business? If the Feds come in here and crack down, they'll close the place up. Even with all the police and local Politicians being paid off by me, the Feds are a whole new different ballgame."
   "Hong Xia." I said, looking into her eyes, so she would know I wasn't lying. "Excuse the cliche, but, if I tell you the whole story, it will put you into more danger than, if you don't know a thing."
   Then I added, "You wouldn't believe me anyways, if I told you."
   "George. You are full of shit," she finally said.
   With that, Hong Xia told me to follow her to a third building in the neighborhood that I didn't know she owned. I was introduced to a young Chinese family staying at the place, then in their own language, Hong Xia told them I was to be protected at all cost.
   I knew a little Chinese, well, enough to get by anyways, and when the young man looked at me and said he would guard me with his life, I was befuddled by his response.
   I guess he was thinking about the government he grew up with, where if you trusted the wrong person, you would disappear of the face of the Earth.
   Hong Xia told him that wouldn't be necessary, but that we still needed to take every caution available to us. She didn't want immigration also coming in here taking away the young man's family, since they were not legally documented aliens.
   He shook his head yes and we moved on to the hiding place.
   As it turns out, this building was once owned by Dutch Schultz. The 1920s to 1930s era mobster. He had a secret room built under the floor, off of a staircase. It's where he planned to keep his private bottles of booze during prohibition.

   Inside the booze room, he had an escape tunnel dug, tapping into the sewer system of Queens, New York. It was a way of getting out of the place in a hurry if it got raided by the police or if a rival gang came gunning for him.
   Hong Xia explained to me, that in the end, Mister Schultz only stayed at the place one time before he was gunned down in 1935. So when it came up for sale, she jumped at it. Doing the renovations it took to re-hide the secret room properly and re-opening the tunnel to the sewer system.
   So, if the weather cooperates, and it isn't raining, filling up the sewers, this place is the perfect hideaway, getaway, for illegal aliens. Or a particular journalist who had his own strange encounter with a real alien.
   The Man from Mars.

To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

 

This is,

Hiding In My Secret Bunker As We Speak.

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“When did you get the idea that it would be cute to carve my dad's cell-phone number on a rock in the middle of Syrtis Major on Mars? He hates it when people call me on his phone."
- Diane Duane, -

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