Jack literally dragged Harry over to a gift shop that had newspapers piled high on a counter. He looked them over until he found the Post. He slapped a bill down on the counter and moved off. "Holy shit, Harry, look at this! I wonder if we're part of the 'mass exodus' out of Washington." He looked up at Harry and grinned. "This is pure genius," he said, pointing to the headline. "Good old Maggie."

The two men gave each other a high five as they continued their trek through the airport. Even Harry's step seemed a little lighter.

"You worried about Ted Robinson, Jack?"

"No, I'm not. Ted's an okay guy. Down deep he's really decent. He stepped off the road there for a while, but that was because of Maggie. Guys do crazy shit when their women screw them over. We should have brought him in earlier, and our lives would have been a lot easier. He was a good friend for a lot of years. We'll take it one step at a time. Maggie will keep him in line. Does that make you feel better?"

"Yes and no. We had our issues. Well, if he goes off the straight and narrow, I'll just kill him."

"And Ted knows that. Ah, look, there's the Babylon guy with his little sign. And that's your name on the card he's holding up, Harry Wong. Guess he's got our wheels."

"Wiseass," Harry said, as he lined up the limo driver in his sights and waved his hand. "I'm Harry Wong," he called out.

"Welcome to Las Vegas, Mr. Wong." He ignored Jack and offered to take Harry's bag but Harry declined the offer.

Jack almost laughed. One of these days he was going to take a peek in Harry's bag to see what the hell he was lugging around. Probably secret ninja shit like his disappearing capsules and a hundred power bars and that crappy tea he drank by the gallon. But not the morning stars that he tossed with such deadly accuracy. Not with the security procedures in place at airports these days.