Beware Alaska XIII
Saladin watched the agent go. The young man had been introduced to him as “Agent Parker”. He was obviously some kind of specialist, he had been called by the man that had talked to Saladin before. A disgusting little sweating guy called Mr. Odor. Saladin just couldn’t figure out just what kind of a specialist Parker was. It puzzled him.
A police officer handed him his coat. “How am I supposed to pay a hotel room?” he asked the officer. The man laughed. “We took care of that. You’re in the City Hotel, a taxi is waiting outside. “. “Oh – thank you… I guess”.
Saladin stood up and headed for the exit. Outside, the cold air of Alaska hit him. He looked around and saw a taxi. He got inside.
“Are you Mr. Bow?”
“Yes.”
“To the City Hotel, right?”
“I guess so…”
The Taxi Driver turned the Volume of the radio up:
“As the fightings in the cities of Alaska slow down, the Alaskan Seperatist Party gains more an more members. The party leaders now consider a stop of entry admissions.“
