[ WP ] Just include the phrase , `` Ya got ta do what ya got ta do . ''

A continuation of a story [ that started here. ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/5c4i6n/wp_for_years_the_only_radio_station_available_in/d9ttsuf/ ) 
 
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 `` I have to say it's certainly put Gerregery on the map, I've seen more people come through here in the past three months than in the past 20 years! Just the other day, we ran out of coffee, so many people were eating at our little Cafe. That's the Sanders Cafe and General Store, 112 and 143. I promise we'll always have plenty of coffee from here on out.'' 
 
 `` And you have no idea what The Numbers mean?'' 
 
 `` No, young man, no idea.'' 
 
 `` No new faces? In town, I mean.'' 
 
 `` Plenty of tourists, happy to see them, that's the Sanders Cafe and General Store, 112 and 143. But the farms around have been the same as they've ever been.'' 
 
 `` Do you care to speculate, for the benefit of our listening audience?'' 
 
 `` Well it certainly seems like a government thing, does n't it? My husband retired from the Army, so I understand that there are some things the government simply ca n't talk about. If they tell us, then the Soviets will know too, wo n't they?'' 
 
 `` Thank you for your time, Mrs. Sanders.'' 
 
 `` Come back and see me anytime, that's the Sanders Cafe --'' 
 
 Alan pressed the stop button on the deck, and flipped on the microphone. 
 
 `` God bless her, but I think everyone knows where her cafe is by now.'' He chuckled. `` Three months in and we're no closer to any answers. I'm going to pull in James so he can join me in some conversation.'' 
 
 `` Hullo.'' 
 
 `` For anyone new to this series, James was my engineer on the day that we flipped WMAS to the Numbers Broadcast.'' 
 
 `` You actually pressed the switch, did n't you, Alan?'' 
 
 `` For all I know it's the same 8-track.'' 
 
 `` And then they were pretty firm about us getting off of the property.'' 
 
 `` Let's talk about'they.' You told me earlier that you had finally heard back from CRTC.'' 
 
 `` Right.'' James shuffled some papers. `` CRTC, that's basically Canada's FCC. We had hoped that they would be a little more forthcoming with details.'' 
 
 `` Let me guess.'' 
 
 `` They said here, uh,'All inquires about 3941198 Ontario Incorporated should be forwarded to the American Federal Communications Commission, by special agreement between the CRTC and FCC.''' 
 
 `` Not even an address, or a phone number?'' 
 
 `` Nothing.'' 
 
 `` Well, ladies and gentlemen. Another brick wall. That's all the time we have today. We do this little show every other week, Saturdays at 3:45. As always, I want to thank WGBH Boston for allowing us the privilege of chasing this mystery on your behalf. I'm Alan A. Anderson, and this was Exploring Numbers: The WMAS Mystery. Have a great day.'' 
 
 The ON AIR light went off, and an ad started playing. 
 
 `` Hey Alan,'' called out the engineer, `` the GM wants to see you. His office.'' 
 
 `` He's here on the weekend? Bad news.'' 
 
 `` He did n't tell me.'' 
 
 Alan made his way to the small second floor and the General Manager's corner office. As soon as he swung open the door, he knew it was Bad News. 
 
 The Company Man was sitting on the couch, three cigarette butts already in the ashtray in front of him. 
 
 `` Alan. I believe you've already met Mister Smith?'' 
 
 ``... Yes. Although I have n't seen him since he locked up WMAS.'' 
 
 The name did n't change in Alan's head: he was sure the Company Man would be one of those people who was Smith today, Jones tomorrow, and Williams the next day. 
 
 The Company Man took a drag. 
 
 `` You still have a job here, Alan,'' the GM continued, `` but we're pulling the WMAS show. Today was your last one.'' 
 
 `` That show is the most popular 15-minute spot in the entire market --'' 
 
 `` Sorry, but it's simply not up for argument. Show's off.'' The GM looked over at the Company Man. 
 
 `` And Mister Anderson,'' the Company Man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse from a lifetime of smoking, `` I suggest you end your personal investigations as well.'' 
 
 `` I'm an American. What I do in my free time is my business. There's nothing illegal about asking questions.'' 
 
 `` Your questions will not be answered.'' 
 
 `` Me and a lot of other people want these questions answered.'' 
 
 The Company Man's deep set eyes locked on Alan's. He stabbed out the butt in the ashtray without looking down. 
 
 `` You got ta do what you got ta do. But take this as friendly advice.'' He reached into his jacket, drawing out another cigarette. `` Be careful what you stick your hands into. You might not be able to pull them out again.'' He struck a match, lit the smoke, and stood up. `` Just some friendly advice.'' 
 
 He left. 
 
 `` You really going to keep going?'' asked the GM. 
 
 `` There's no way I'm stopping now.''
