Ben Hansen
"So when did you see him?" Asked Hugh when they had all sat down.
"About two minutes before you two came to town," the man replied. "He asked me if there was anywhere in the town he could hire a car."
"And is there?" asked Ben absently.
"No, so he asked me if there was anywhere decent he could hide."
"And was there?"
"Was there what?"
"A place where he could hide."
"Yes. I wrote it down and put it in my pocket. If there was any way you could make me reach into my pocket, I'd get it out and tell you."
"Thanks for the offer but we don't swing that way," said Ben. Hugh casually clipped him over the ear, pulled $25 from his wallet and gave it to the man. The man put it into his pocket, and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper which he gave to Hugh. Ben carned over Hugh's shoulder to read.
"So... Let me get this right," Ben said when they'd finished reading. "It's the set of a James Bond movie's villain's evil lair, hidden INSIDE the set of a western movie, INSIDE a fake windmill, INSIDE an abandoned warehouse, with a film noir-style alleyway out the back."
"Yes, we had it made especially for times like these," the shabby man said, smiling happily.
"I'm surprised you didn't put a UFO over it, or plant a 'Nam-style jungle around it."
"Actually, we did do the Nam thing, but the trees haven't grown enough to advertise yet."
"Ah well. We'd best be off before he keeps running, then," said Hugh. And they left.
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