"I'm sorry," I said. "I am already, way over my limit. If I keep drinking, I won't be able to remember a thing. I'll be wondering if all of this really happened and if I really met you. I won't be able to remember what was said, who you are, or even if I liked you or not."
That is when he reached inside his suite with his right hand. It wasn't the usual area you would expect a inside pocket would be. It looked to me like, he was reaching for some kind of holster, hidden underneath his left arm. Like what undercover cops have, to hide the bulk of their weapon from the criminals they are trying to infiltrate.
If I was a little, no, if I was a lot more sober back when it happened, I might have reacted to his movements differently. Instead, I sat their, wondering who he was going to shoot? Me or the bartender?
What he pulled out, instead of a pistol, was the amulet.
"Keep this with you always. It will prove to you that, on this day, we have met." He paused here, looking like he wanted to choose his words carefully. "If you can figure out, for yourself, the meaning behind the amulet, the power of the amulet, and why I have given the amulet to you, then maybe this World can be saved from the destruction my World of Atlantis had suffered."
I was contemplating what had happened that day, to help plan my next move, while in the bunker.
He never did say that we would see each other again. But, I plan on seeing him once I figure out how, when, and where.
Not knowing where someone might be never discouraged me. I am an investigative journalist and finding people who do not want to be found is my forte. I have dug up stories from Terrorists, Drug Lords, and Mafia Kingpins long before the FBI, CIA, Interpol, or any of the many police organizations of the World knew where to look for these guys. Of course, I have been accused, on more than one occasion, of being in league with the underworld. Yet, I have also been smart enough to document my findings, and clever enough not to expose my sources, showing that I am not involved in any criminal activity. Just smart enough to find who I have been looking for.
Interpol even offered me a job on one occasion.
I don't care who you are. From the hobo living from dumpster to dumpster in the back alleys of New York, the billionaire who jet-sets his way around the World on a nightly basis, to the most powerful man on the planet. The Man from Mars.
I will find you.
All leave a footprint upon the earth somewhere, sometime. The Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski, who isolated himself off from the rest of the World, couldn't help himself when he thought the World had forgot him. He could have been the next Jack the Ripper. Getting away with the few killings he did commit and the attempted murder on his other victims, if he could have been content and kept his mouth shut. No, he had to come out of hiding, because no-one remembered who he was. The downfall of all of those who wish to drop of the grid. They want someone, anyone, to remember who they are.
Life is fleeting and short. To live beyond the years you have lived, you need to be remembered. You need to go down in history.
Do you think Adolf Hitler cared in his elder years of life, while hiding in the jungles of Argentina after the war, that he had lost. Of course not. Him and his friends all talked about how close they got. How, if they had made this move or that, how things could have turned out differently. No one throughout the history of the earth has ever truly conquered the whole planet. Just bits and peaces of it. But Hitler and his friends can claim that they came close. Closer then anyone else.
He also has the distinction of infamy. He knows he will live forever in history as a tyrant. But he will live forever in history.
And the Man from Mars gave me a clue on how to find him. He said, "No one, not Martian or Human, can live without social contact, without going insane."
He needs people. He needs to interact with people. So somewhere, someone has seen him. So all I have to do to find him, is find the people he has interacted with. And the way he looks and acts, that shouldn't be too hard.
I hope.
To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
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