Week 7.3 – The Museum

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 couldn’t tell the attendant the real answer to her question–You only think you know me because you saw a giant projection of me ‘saving the world’— he ducked his head and said, “No. I mean, I’m not even from here.”

“Okay,” she said. “You need some help with your wallet?”

“Yeah,” Digger said. “Thanks.”

She nodded sympathetically and got up to come around the counter.

“Is everything all right here?” asked a deep voice from behind Digger. Digger turned and saw a big security guard standing behind him.

“We’re fine, Jerry,” said the attendant. Now that she was out from behind the counter, Digger saw that her name tag read Natalie. She walked behind Digger. “Are you by yourself?”

“Yeah,” Digger said.

“Crazy,” she said as she reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. “What brings you here instead of staying home? You should be resting or something.”

“Well, you know, I’ve always been interested in…” 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. “…the world,” he finished lamely.

“Ooh, you hiding a butt in these baggy jeans,” 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. “”Don’t get worked up. Jerry’s got this thing for me. I’m just messing with him.”

She winked and tucked his wallet into the sling holding his right arm, then went behind the counter. “Let me just get your change. The museum has seven galleries, one for each continent. Is there any particular area or era that interests you?”

“I don’t know,” Digger said, going over a list of the continents in his head to pick one.  “Wait a second. This is a museum for historical artifacts, right? What the hell kind of artifacts do you have from Antarctica?”

Natalie smiled as she came back around the counter with his change. “You’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.”

“Alien stuff?”

“He was also a big believer in UFO’s.” 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, “Jerry is so pissed at you right now.”

Digger couldn’t worry about that. An alien museum was where he had first met Twain. It was obviously the target. “Where’s the…”

He was interrupted by gunshots.

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