A nicotine stained Chinese taxi driver had an update.
He said he smoked the same brand of cigarettes the Father of Modern China did, and that The Rocket Man was at a nearby lake.
This was getting interesting.
'It's called Heaven Lake,' said the driver, who said his name was Mao.
'It's more common than you'd think,' he said, adding that the place we were going to had no recent satellite updates.
He was now reading my mind.
'When China tell Google no updates, Google doesn't update,' he picked his nose to emphasize the following point, 'so you can imagine it is a very private resort.'
This could only mean one thing, I said to the team, 'the Trump and The Rocket Man summit.
'China playing broker.'
Just as I figured I said to our friendly taxi driver and handed him a couple of crisp US$100 notes, you could still smell the ink, they were that fresh off our press.
And before we knew it, Mao was gunning it through the streets of the border town and heading east towards a mountain range.
'Heaven Lake,' said a sign.
'Did it speak to you,' asked Max.
He was still holding hands with Tia and Miyuki, who were now applying makeup and preparing themselves for what they did best.
'The art of Seduction,' said Tia,
''You got that, Mr. Russel?' asked Miyuki.
Yes, I said.
As I said earlier, I just couldn't wait to see what these two pretty assassins could bring to the mix.
'The art of seduction, not death,' said Miyuki, who slapped me on the head for my assumptions.
Mao was taking it all in.
He could very well be a spy for the Chinese government. And if he was, I'd say he was asked to take us to the secret location with the blessings from Mao.
'His spirit resides at Heaven Lake,' said Mao, who was reading my thoughts.
'And he loved his frolicking parties,' he added, still driving like a maniac now through a windy mountain pass,' very private too. He loved those Korean women more than Chinese.'
Why I asked.
'They have big tits and know how to massage a man with them.'
Fair enough, too. I just couldn't wait to try it out myself.
He said he smoked the same brand of cigarettes the Father of Modern China did, and that The Rocket Man was at a nearby lake.
This was getting interesting.
'It's called Heaven Lake,' said the driver, who said his name was Mao.
'It's more common than you'd think,' he said, adding that the place we were going to had no recent satellite updates.
He was now reading my mind.
'When China tell Google no updates, Google doesn't update,' he picked his nose to emphasize the following point, 'so you can imagine it is a very private resort.'
This could only mean one thing, I said to the team, 'the Trump and The Rocket Man summit.
'China playing broker.'
Just as I figured I said to our friendly taxi driver and handed him a couple of crisp US$100 notes, you could still smell the ink, they were that fresh off our press.
And before we knew it, Mao was gunning it through the streets of the border town and heading east towards a mountain range.
'Heaven Lake,' said a sign.
'Did it speak to you,' asked Max.
He was still holding hands with Tia and Miyuki, who were now applying makeup and preparing themselves for what they did best.
'The art of Seduction,' said Tia,
''You got that, Mr. Russel?' asked Miyuki.
Yes, I said.
As I said earlier, I just couldn't wait to see what these two pretty assassins could bring to the mix.
'The art of seduction, not death,' said Miyuki, who slapped me on the head for my assumptions.
Mao was taking it all in.
He could very well be a spy for the Chinese government. And if he was, I'd say he was asked to take us to the secret location with the blessings from Mao.
'His spirit resides at Heaven Lake,' said Mao, who was reading my thoughts.
'And he loved his frolicking parties,' he added, still driving like a maniac now through a windy mountain pass,' very private too. He loved those Korean women more than Chinese.'
Why I asked.
'They have big tits and know how to massage a man with them.'
Fair enough, too. I just couldn't wait to try it out myself.
