Chapter 114: Putting Down the Ground Cover

The more I thought about the cover story, the more I liked it. It would be a cover story that was so obviously bullshit, that it would cause the bad guys to sit up and take notice. In the mean time we could work on gathering enough information to form a second more believable cover story. Something that would get the brothers grim, to take a run at us. Since we had Mike recording everything, we just had to be careful what we said. The flip side was that we would have the brothers grim dead bang when we got them.

I had done it before, but Red was most likely going to be a problem. He was a little too macho to let the scene play out to its necessary ending. He would want to just kill the brothers the very first time they took a run at us. I was going to have to watch him closely.

Everything remained up in the air at that time. At that moment I was ready for bed and sleep, not sex. The motel was one of those things with cracker boxes stacked on top of each other. Little more than a glorified version of a flop house. It didn't matter at all to me. the bed was all I had in mind.

The bed was a king sized behemoth, so there was plenty of room for an orgy, if one was so inclined. Too bad I wasn't in the mood. I had the brother's grim on my mind, nothing more. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Martin was the same.

It was all about the job for both of us it seemed. The woman in me was just a little disappointed. Sure I was hurt that he couldn't at least make an attempt, so that I could refuse him. Oh well, there was always the first night after the danger began. Nothing could beat 'glad to be alive' sex.

I wasn't surprised when Mike called our room at 7AM. "Hey Maxine, is the Irishman available?" he asked.

"Sure," I said then turned away as I handed the phone to Martin.

""Hello," he said then he listened. "Okay but this might be the last time we can be seen together." After he hung up he said to me. "Breakfast with the TV man," he said it with obvious displeasure in his voice.

"Okay, we will need to work him into the cover story anyway. This is one small town. Three strangers are going to be linked, whether it is what we want or not." I said seriously.

"Yeah, I suppose so, but how are we going to explain this little troupe falling out of the sky." Martin asked.

"I thought about this last night. Then I guess I thought some more in my sleep. It seems to me that we need two cover stories. One for the police and mayor types,, and a second one for the brothers grim. We can use Mike in both of them. Mike can be our bit player, so to speak."

"The two cover stories I can understand." Martin agreed. "You got any idea on the back end one?".

"I think we need more information, and to wait for Anya to call before we work on that. My guess is that it is going to have to be some criminal enterprise to get the brothers all worked up."

"Yeah let's see if your buddy with the fibbies can point us in the right direction. In the meantime we can play the front cover story for a while and see what develops," Martin suggested.

"My thinking too. So now lets go meet with Mike and figure out his part in the cover story." I liked the plan better as it developed. There was lots of wiggle room. I still had my papers thanks to the Russian's insistence that I file for a church of the missionary position ordainment. It came from one of those advertisements in the back of the rolling stones magazine. I also had my papers from the state of my residence, entitling me to ask questions. So we should be okay, if we got a casual look see.

"So where do I fit into your plans?" Mike asked.

"We are still working on that. It is going to have to be something that allows you to come and go, because you can never be seen filming. That would be a death sentence for all of us." Martin said.

"How about front man for the ministry. That would get him out and about, so he could slip in and out of town." I suggested.

"That should work. Mike can make up some posters and other shit. While we hit the town for the first time, he can have them printed up. He can leave with town anytime he wants, just tell people he is going to put the posters in a neighboring town."

"Then on the back cover story, he can be a runner or courier." I suggested.

"Good that would fit in with both covers. I like it," Martin said. Then he added, "They were right down in the Swamp. You are quite the little problem solver,"

"Well let's not start patting people on the back, we have a lot of crap to work through. First of all, we need to forget about you and me going into town today. Mike needs to go in and lay his own cover. Get the poster's printed and posted. Then we come in with some of the cover already down."

"Okay, I'll take one of your images and make a quick poster. Since you are the one with the ordainment, you should be the headliner." Mike suggested.

"Works for me," I said. "In the meantime Irish and I can go in quietly and look for a place to rent. If we have to say anything, we will go with the cover story about the ministry."

"Give me a couple of hours and I'll have the posters and be on the ground in Haymarket," Mike said.

"While you do that, we need to find a place to rent," Martin said. "And do it quietly."

"Since we don't know what the back cover will be yet, let's get a place out of town. Something in the country and quiet." I could see his mind working, a place like that would be hard to defend, but great bait for an ambush.

"Now we are moving from an idea to a plan. We can do our riding around while Mike is working on the posters. If we don't find a place today, tomorrow we go into town and make some noise." he suggested.

"Then pay the bill and let's all get moving," I suggested.

"You know I'm going to be in deep shit, for getting involved in this," Mike suggested.

"Yeah, but ain't it just so cool?' I asked.

"Yeah, never a dull moment around you Maxine," he said.

"Do you have a piece?" Martin asked.