..Oh, and it will be the silent partner whoapologizes."Sure enough, Silent Bob approaches us, hands Jen her card back, andinforms us that a call to Mr...Remington wouldn't be necissiary, and onbehalf of the Venetian hotel, please accept our deepest apologies, and$1000 in chips, for your inconvenience.Jen graciously thanks Silent Bob, and we turn around to walk away.I say to Jen mischievously, "you missed the part about the $1000 bucks,Ms Cleo."She raises her eyebrow and says, "what do you think. It seemed like it contained mainly spare parts and food items. Again, nothing overly priceless or worth hauling back up, to our ever growing disappointment."Okay. We should be safe in here for now. My name's Lana."She looked at us suspiciously."Where are your uniforms?" We're off-duty and just happened to be in the area. I'm Coda, and this is Nate. What happened here?" Long story short, our research specimen escaped and started... incapacitating the other researchers. I was the only one who got. He had given two interviews to the media and they had generated more work for him in a week than he'd had in the previous six months. He didn't know if it was going to last, but if it did he'd need a partner pretty soon. He'd offered to let Margie stay home if she wanted, but she didn't. She was used to being his secretary and liked being able to be with him most of the time. He was as busy as a one-legged man in a jump rope contest, but he liked it that way. He'd lost six pounds, partially. I hope thats good enough." Well I Federal Marshals badge might be nice," I laughed."I don't think we can do that, but you do have a DOD ID," (Department of Defense) said Frank."Good," I said. I let go of his hand and he handed me the keys to the truck. "See you soon, Frank." Take care chief," he said.I got into the truck and started it. It sounded like it had a good sized engine. I hoped it had some power too.I drove out of the garage and headed to the interstate. I had a long drive ahead of me.