The little lady looked up, and replied, "Mama San, my ass, Harry! I need to get out of here; this place is swarming with security. Do something."

Harry almost laughed. He looked at Jack and shrugged.

Jack looked at Harry and shrugged.

They had their marching orders.

One kick-ass distraction coming up. Harry signaled his friends, and the show was on. Men leaped over stools and slot machines, while others flew through the air, to the delight of the customers banging away at the slots. Whistles and bells were ringing all over the place. An entire row of slot machines toppled one by one. A fat little man could be heard screaming that he'd won the jackpot of fifty dollars on the nickel machine.

In thirteen minutes, an unlucky number in Vegas, it was all over. Harry dusted his hands and looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He, Jack, and the others bowed low and smiled.

"Just your ordinary midday entertainment, compliments of the Babylon. Good luck, everyone!" Jack shouted to be heard above the din.

The nickel-machine winner was hopping up and down in his excitement.

"I'm feeling the love for the first time," Harry said, poking Jack on the arm. "You feeling it, buddy?"

"Oh, yeah," Jack drawled. "I hope we're still feeling it when they haul our asses off to jail."

"I'd like to see them try," Harry said, laughing.

"'Mama San'! Shit, Harry, she's gonna make you pay for that one."

Harry laughed again. "Yeah, I know."

One of Harry's guys, Jun Ye Ling, looked at Harry, and asked, "You want to tell us what the hell that was all about?"

"Nah!"

Ling Jun chuckled as he strode past two Vegas cops, who were wielding their nightsticks as they tried to figure out what had happened.

Jack pulled out his cell phone and dialed Lizzie's number. When her voice came over the line, he recounted the events. "They're going to haul us off to jail any minute now, regardless of what Harry says. Call Charles, we're going to need megabail. Just for the record, Lizzie, I don't do well in jail, and Harry. . .well, Harry might reduce the place to rubble. Then there are the other guys. . .Need I say more?" After breaking the connection, Jack said, "She's on it. I think we should just go peacefully. It will give you time to reflect on that Mama San shit you were dumb enough to utter."

"Christ, how I hate you, Jack. But you know what, I'm definitely feeling the love!" He cackled in glee as a straight line of Vegas cops approached.

They all raised their hands and marched peacefully toward the exit.

Lizzie apologized to the table, then lowered her head and whispered what Jack had told her. "So, Mr. Winters, it looks like I have to ask a favor of you. Can your driver take me to the police station so I can bail out the guys?"