Inside the doorway of the consular house, I could sense just with the rising hairs on the back of my neck that a host of rather unpleasant entities wa... about to come and see what the fuss was about, and probably take an unfortunately dim view to my interruption of their unsavory activities. Behind me to one side, Bel and Janice were already dealing with a car load of a half dozen Clinton Street Gang thugs loaded up to their eye teeth with pistols, rifles and at least one automatic weapon. Now,. The smog was so thick he needed his sun visors just to be able to open his eyes without them burning. And burning was what his lungs were doing. I had better get out of this mess, he thought as he plunged through the door. It closed behind him with a cool whoosh and a hum as the air purifier sucked the pollution out of the air. Gods, do I hope the damned air car has enough fuel for this, he prayed, they are far too close to catching me again."Thick day out there, huh?" a friendly voice. “Fuck! That was good,” I stated.“Oh, do you think anyone heard us,” she whispered.“I don’t know, but we had better get back to bed.” I turned out the light and opened the door.All seemed quiet, so I slipped over to the toilet and cleaned myself up, then headed to bed. I could hear Grace washing herself and as I got into bed, heard her come out of the shower room. She came in and gave me a kiss, thanked me and headed off to her own bed.The next morning, the lady next to me was discharged. She. After an hour or so, and most of the bottle of wine, a construction truck pulled into the parking lot. Three guys got out and grabbed their bags and all to head to their rooms. Just when I thought I'd gone unnoticed, one turned toward me as he walked.....he didn't say or do anything, but I was fairly sure I'd been seen. A half hour or so later I saw the same man come back out into the parking lot, having cleaned up and changed into shorts and a t-shirt and was having a smoke and a can of beer..