Marty was sitting on the edge of his cot talking to a fellow evacuee. The man was a typical middle class father/husband. He sold insurance or something, Marty remembered him saying.

"So, I went back to the neighborhood yesterday," the man said. The house is nearly gutted..."

"That's awful," Marty said.

Father Duffy approached Marty from behind. He put a hand on his shoulder, and Marty turned around.

"Oh, hi, Father."

"Hello, my boy. I was wondering if I could have a word with ya for just a second."

"Oh, sure." Marty turned briefly back to the man he had been talking to. "Catch you later. Jerry."

"See ya, Marty," the man replied.

Marty and Father Duffy went out to the hallway

"Son, I have some more work for ya if you want it," Father Duffy said.

"Of course, Father," Marty said. "Anything you need." Marty almost regretted saying that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Father Duffy had already proven that he was less than priestly by ordering the beating of those two creeps. Was that just a fluke, or was the good Father just another corrupt clergyman? Much to Marty's chagrin, he was about to find out.

"Son, the Catholic clergy of Delta City gets together once a month for an informal lunch We usually just sit around, talk about what our churches are up to, it's a nice little get together.We always make sure to have plenty of entertainment too. This month, our fine church here is hosting the lunch, so I'm in charge of the entertainment."

"What do you need, Father."

"Well, I want you to go down to the Napoleon's Quarter district and pick us up a few ladies of the evening."

"What?" Marty was shocked. Father Duffy was asking him to pick up prostitutes for he and his buddies.

"Oh, come now, boy! Don't look so damn surprised. We're just men. Flesh and bone, just like you. Look on the bright side: I'm not sendin' ya to the school yard to pick us up a couple of boys, right?" Father Duffy chuckled.

Marty was still shocked, but he had promised to do what he could to repay Father Duffy for his kindness. Besides, picking up a few hookers wouldn't be THAT much trouble.

"Ok, Father. I'll do it for you."

Father Duffy smiled. "Good boy, good boy." The priest pulled a set of keys from his pocket and handed them to Marty. Take my car. It's parked out around back of the rectory. Now be quick. The lunch starts in three hours.

Marty left the rectory, and found the priest's old car parked in the driveway behind the building. It was an old Washington that looked to have been manufactured sometime in the mid 1980's.

The car sputtered to life, and Marty maneuvered his way to Napoleon's Quarter. It was one of the most historic districts in the city. It was also where most of the debauchery that Delta City was known for was centered. Marty turned on the radio, and tuned in TALK FM. His favorite talk show host, Lazlow, was on the air. Some guy was talking about the virtues of the president when Marty found the station.

"All I'm saying is that President Shrub went in there and did what he needed to do to keep this country safe! We have to fight them over there so we don't have to fight them over here, man!"

"What kind of argument is that?" Lazlow asked. "There weren't even any terrorists in Iraq before we went in! We..."

"Blah, blah, blah. You liberalare really something."

"Why the hell did I leave Liberty City and move down here? Everybody's a right-wing maniac!"

"You came down here because TALK FM is the ONLY station that would hire you after you aired the tape of that couple having sex in that Staunton Island church."

Marty turned off the radio, as he entered the district. There was a woman standing on the sidewalk smoking. From the looks of her, Marty could tell that she was the kind of woman he was looking for. He pulled up to the curb and rolled down the passenger side window of the old car. He had to reach over and do it manually. The hooker waited patiently for him to do so.

"Hey, baby," she said as she leaned on the car door. "You lookin for a good time?"

"I know some people who are," Marty replied. "Why don't you get in?"

"Sure, doll." The woman got into the back of the car, and Marty drove off He picked up another hooker, and scoped out his third, and final, target.

"Hey, hun. You want to come and join the party with some friends of mine?" Marty asked.

"Sure, babe," the woman said.

Before Marty could figure what was happening, two police cars drove up. One blocked him from the front, the other blocked him from the rear.

"Freeze, pervert!" An officer said over the police cruiser's loudspeaker. "Exit your vehicle with your hands up!"

Marty was panicking He knew he shouldn't have let himself get involved in this!

"You can out run 'em, baby!" one of the hookers said. "Gun it. I know a place where we can hide."

Without really thinking, Marty stomped on the gas pedal, and spun the car's wheel. It jumped on onto the sidewalk, and flew past the police car that was blocking his path. Marty weaved in and out of the light traffic in the area. Pedestrians jumped out of the way to avoid being run down.

"Turn here!" the hooker who had spoken up earlier said.

Marty did as she was told, He had taken the police by surprise, but he could hear their sirens. They would catch up to him any minute now. Up ahead on his left, he saw a large garage.

"Go in there," the hooker said. "They'll be able to hide us."

Marty turned into the garage, and the automatic door behind him closed. I the garage, there was a small door that Marty thought led to an office or supply room. The door opened, and a black man in overalls and a Delta City Gators ball cap walked in.

"How you folks doing today? The name's Larry. What can I help you with"

The hooker rolled down her window and stuck her head out to speak to Larry. Marty, and the second hooker were equally confused. The other girl seemed to know what she was doing.

"Hey, Larry!"

"Hey, Ginger, baby! You here to have some fun?"

"Not today. I need you to help me and my friends out. Give my friend's car a respraying on me. We're trying to lose some local pigs." She pulled some money from her pocked and handed it to Larry.

"No problem."

Ginger tapped Marty on the shoulder. "You might want to roll up your window, huh."

Marty did so, and after all the windows in the car were up, Larry's team start repainting the car. In less than five minutes, they were done. Marty rolled down his window, and stuck his head out. "Thanks for helping us out...uh."

"Larry. It's no problem, man. If you ever need anymore help, just come back here I can always help you out for just $100.00."

Marty thanked him again, and made his way back to the church. He was nervous, and kept checking his rearview mirror to make sure there were no police cars behind him.He had only two hookers with him, and Father Duffy had wanted two. Oh well, the old bastard would just have to deal with it.

He pulled up behind the rectory, and Father Duffy was at the door smiling "Hello , ladies!" he said as Ginger and her companion got out of the car. When he noticed that the car was one hooker short, Duffy's smile fell.

Marty walked up to him.

"Marty, what the hell's wrong with ya? I asked fo..."

"Hey, I don't care!" Marty yelled. "I practically got arrested because of you! I've had enough of this! I'll find somewhere else to sleep from now on!"

"Now, now, calm down, boy! Calm down! Don't worry. Under the circumstances, you did good. I'm sorry I was cross with ya. Here.." Duffy pulled a roll of cash from his pocket, and peeled off 5 $100.00 bills. "Stick around for a while. I could still use some help. Why don't you come inside and have lunch with us?"

During lunch, Marty had a chance to talk to Ginger. Father Duffy filled everyone in on Marty's situation, and all the "good works" he had done for the church since being taken in.

"It's a shame about your family," Ginger said. That Goddamned hurricane doesn't care about nothin. I can't imagine what you must be going through."

"It's not easy," Marty said. "But I'm going to have to manage if I want to survive on your own."

"Well, no one should have to live on a cot in a church. After lunch, I'll take you over to my place. I have an extra bedroom that's going to waste. You can stay free of charge if you want."

"Thanks," Marty smiled. "I'd appreciate that."

"Hey, don't worry. I know what it's like to be out on the street with no one to turn to. It's how I got caught up in the business that I'm in."

Marty and Ginger talked throughout most of the lunch. Marty had learned that Ginger was not much older than him; only 25. She was born in Delta City, and had run away at age 13 to get away from her abusive, cocaine addicted mother. Marty thought she had a great smile, and the prettiest blue eyes he'd ever seen.

After lunch, they walked back to Ginger's apartment. It was above a bar in Napoleon's Quarter. It was a nice, spacious place. "I'm not here much," Ginger said, "so you'll pretty much have the run of the place. Make yourself at home. I've got to run. See ya, Marty."