Previously: Digger and Twain are in New York to rob a museum. Their first visit, Twain says, is just a recon. And now…
Digger looked up in not-quite-panic and saw Twain disappear into the first gallery with a single glance back. Since Digger obviously couldnâ€™t tell the attendant the real answer to her question–You only think you know me because you saw a giant projection of me â€˜saving the worldâ€™— he ducked his head and said, â€œNo. I mean, Iâ€™m not even from here.â€
â€œOkay,â€ she said. â€œYou need some help with your wallet?â€
â€œYeah,â€ Digger said. â€œThanks.â€
She nodded sympathetically and got up to come around the counter.
â€œIs everything all right here?â€ asked a deep voice from behind Digger. Digger turned and saw a big security guard standing behind him.
â€œWeâ€™re fine, Jerry,â€ said the attendant. Now that she was out from behind the counter, Digger saw that her name tag read Natalie. She walked behind Digger. â€œAre you by yourself?â€
â€œYeah,â€ Digger said.
â€œCrazy,â€ she said as she reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. â€œWhat brings you here instead of staying home? You should be resting or something.â€
â€œWell, you know, Iâ€™ve always been interested in…â€ He looked around for the name of a special exhibit or something. All he could see were flyers with the name of the museum–Kessler Museum of the World. â€œ…the world,â€ he finished lamely.
â€œOoh, you hiding a butt in these baggy jeans,â€ she said. Her hand cupped his right ass cheek and squeezed. He started and half-turned, but she leaned in and whispered to him as she pulled a twenty out of his wallet. â€œâ€Donâ€™t get worked up. Jerryâ€™s got this thing for me. Iâ€™m just messing with him.â€
She winked and tucked his wallet into the sling holding his right arm, then went behind the counter. â€œLet me just get your change. The museum has seven galleries, one for each continent. Is there any particular area or era that interests you?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know,â€ Digger said, going over a list of the continents in his head to pick one.Â â€œWait a second. This is a museum for historical artifacts, right? What the hell kind of artifacts do you have from Antarctica?â€
Natalie smiled as she came back around the counter with his change. â€œYouâ€™d be amazed how many people never think to ask about that. Mister Kessler believed that it was just a matter of time before permanent colonies sprang up on Antarctica, so he reserved a gallery for such time as that happens. In the meantime, we use it for special showings, and for the alien stuff.â€
â€œHe was also a big believer in UFOâ€™s.â€ Natalie slipped the five dollar bill into his wallet, then slipped the wallet into his back pocket. She let her hand linger on his ass. She leaned in close and murmured into his ear, â€œJerry is so pissed at you right now.â€
Digger couldnâ€™t worry about that. An alien museum was where he had first met Twain. It was obviously the target. â€œWhereâ€™s the…â€
He was interrupted by gunshots.
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