I woke early the next morning and had breakfast in my room. Then it was off to the bank to deposit the money I’d won. I couldn’t after all carry it all across America in a satchel. I would sit down and figure how to invest it later. I thought of my newly empowered Visa debit/credit card with a greater respect. Then I went to Penn Station to ride some NJT trains.
First I rode out to Dover and back. Dover Station is an historic landmark. The Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad built it in 1901. Two rail lines serve it. I went there on the Morristown Line and returned on the Montclair-Boonton Line. I got off at Newark – Broad Street and rode the subway to Newark – Penn Station. Then I rode the line out to Bay Head and back. I enjoyed the latter very much. It goes across some long bridges and through picturesque seaside resorts. The train was pulled by a big Alstom PL42AC. When I got to Point Pleasant I took a cab to Allaire State Park, where I rode the Pine Creek train ride. I wanted to ride the ex-Erie Port Jervis Line too, that day, but there wasn’t enough time.
I was kind of in a daydream when the train back from Bay Head rolled into New York - Penn Station. I was looking forward to dinner with Ophelia. Then, blocking my path, emerged three New York City policemen! They instructed me to follow them. I didn’t see that I had much choice. “What’s this about?” I asked. They were silent. We went out onto Eighth Avenue. A large black SUV was parked there. One of the policemen opened the door. Inside, was the man with the man with the fedora hat!
“It’s you!” I exclaimed. “Why have you been following me?” I demanded. “Shut up and sit down!” replied the man in the fedora. I looked at him and then looked at the policemen. Reluctantly, I entered the SUV and sat down. The SUV took off into traffic.
The man spoke. “Your government needs your services, Mr. Sommer.” “Services? I’m just a guy who likes to ride Amtrak trains!” “Precisely.” The man began to explain. He said the Pentagon needed a microchip transported to Vandenbergh Air Force Base. The best way to do so seemed to be to hide it in plain sight. There are many enemies of America right here within our borders, he said. One of them was a man called Mr. Adrian. He would stop at nothing to get the microchip. Mr. Adrian wanted to sell the chip to terrorists. In short, they needed me to bring the chip to Vandenbergh. Who would suspect me of carrying the chip, being an ordinary tourist riding trains in a zig-zag manner across America?
“So what’s in it for me?” I asked. “10 million dollars and a lifelong first class Amtrak pass.” He answered. “But really it’s about patriotism” he added. “Well, I don’t know. My life will be in danger.” “All you have to do is follow your itinerary. When you get to Santa Barbara someone will meet you. No one will suspect you have the chip. The man leaned over. “Hold out your hand.” I did. The man had a small gun-like apparatus in his hand. He grabbed my hand and pulled the trigger. “There!” he said, “The chip is now embedded in your hand. That didn’t hurt, did it?” I looked at my hand. The SUV pulled up at Penn Station again.
“What if I get into trouble?” How can I contact you?” “We’ll be watching you the whole way," answered the man. “Now go. Take your trip as if this encounter never happened.” I opened the SUV door. My heart was racing. My hand smarted. The SUV sped away.
notelvis Member # 3071
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Oh dear.....the intrigue!
Ocala Mike Member # 4657
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Something tells me Frank in sunny SBA is going to get involved in this tale pretty soon!
amtrak92 Member # 14343
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Keep writing, it is getting very good.
Henry Kisor Member # 4776
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Come on, get some ess ee ex into it! There's no good train story without an Eva Marie Saint role in it.
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