Im driving off to work. 1/2 a block from my house, a secret automatic gate opens and two black cars emerge. Each one bearing diplomatic consul license plates. The gate they just came from leads to an auto body shop which is just a cover for their secret hideaway. One car ahead of me, the other behind. Im surrounded. Theyre onto me. How am I going to elude the steely trap? The car behind, zooms around me, as the two cars take off. Oh, I get it. Its Matt Damon and his partner. They are this close to discovering his true identity and have just gotten some leads. One car continues west toward downtown L.A. while the other turns north. They will approach the kill zone from different angles, so not to arouse suspicion. Their hideaway, deep within the bowels of the auto body shop is but modest diggings, even primitive because as everyone knows, when government agents are on the lamb, their accommodations have to be dire. A sleeping bag for each, and a laptop for each. Thats it. Oh they have a shower, where at desperate times during the night when theyre missing their wives or girlfriends, they will meet up to have an intimate moment together under soft spray of the shower head. But on this morning, they have other things on their mind. Maybe theyre hot on the trail of the best donuts and coffee in town. They each go their separate ways, only to meet up later to compare notes. Or maybe they are just ordinary consul drivers and their embassy uses the body shop to fix minor dents and scratches.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 17:37:28 +0000
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