Chapter 25: The End...?

"Hello, ladies," Gosen spoke in his strong, yet sickeningly seductive tone. "Jane, it’s good to see you again!" he said with a smirk he was unable to hold back.

"Go to hell, Gosen!" she shouted back. "You asshole – you tried to kill me..."

"I tried to kill you???" he pondered. "Now, now, my dear – if I do remember correctly, you were planning on killing me first; I was merely playing a loving practical jokes which almost accidentally killed you – there’s a difference, toots! So how was Atlanta, anyways baby?"

Julia stood amidst the crowd, bewildered like never before. What exactly is going on here? If Paul was actually this Gosen character who tried to kill this young lady, then is it really worth asking for my hairbrush back? I wonder how Robin Williams is going to fit into this whole mess...

"Damn it, Julia," Gosen interrupted, "enough with the thinking out-loud already! You’ve been doing it since this story started and all it does is make it painfully obvious to the rest of us as to how hopelessly clueless you really are about this whole charade. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to save the readers here a little bit of time and bring the story up to speed, so we can get on to the part where I get to chase you two broads through this dark and sexy brassiere warehouse…that’s really all they want to hear about, anyways..."

"Alright, on with it," the two girls agreed, in unison we might add. It actually sounded rather thought out and almost planned, which is a first in this tale…

"Well, after I dropped off Jane at the terminal, I started to realize just how much I actually hate my job," Gosen began. "I mean, aside from the ass-grabbing, I really don’t have a whole lot to look forward to on any given day, and with Janey here on her temporary leave of absence, I had just scads of time to myself, which got disgustingly boring sooner than I had planned, so I sat there in my office and thought...something I hadn’t done for far too long…and then it hit me!"

"What?!?!?" the girls asked. "What hit you?"

"To tell you the truth, I don’t really remember, but it hurt like hell and left this nasty scar," he explained, unbuttoning part of his shirt to show a, well, really nasty scar across the length of his abdomen. "Anyways, I remembered hearing something about the company working on some huge reunion party out west – the Mork and Mindy reunion, and I figured that if there was ever an opportunity to score a butt-load of dough, this was definitely it! I mean, think about it – Mork and Mindy was like easily the dorkiest television show of its time, and what do dorks have lots of?"

"Pimples?" inquired Jane.

"Free time?" Julia chimed in.

"No, no, no..." Gosen shouted. "And to think I fathered you two idiots!"

(Nah, just kidding – think about what a plot twist that would’ve been!)

"Well, yeah..." Gosen continued, "but even more than those, dorks always seem to have lots and lots of money. With no girlfriends to spend their hard-earned cash on, they’ve always seem to got scads lying around to blow on computers and Star Wars memorabilia, and tickets to stupid conventions that no one else in their right mind could care less about...like our Mork and Mindy convention! Granted, I didn’t actually come up with this conclusion all by myself – we’ve got a team of overpaid brain-stormers who sit around in conference rooms for weeks at various resorts thinking up this stuff – but this next part...this next part is all mine!" he cackled.

Julia and Jane glanced over at one another, rolling their eyes in disgust. They both began to envy those whose lives they had ended over the past several days...

"Sure, I could just sit back and take my bonus like the rest of them, or I could wait until the last second and steal all of the money, thus leaving me with, well, a lot more money! All my boss is waiting for is Robin’s signature, stating that he’ll host the whole thing, and access to the corporate ledger will be mine!!! Sure, they’ll see a few large withdrawals here and there, but they’ll just think that I’m entertaining clients in Bermuda in preparation for the big party...little do they know that I won’t be coming back!!!!!" Gosen diabolically laughed, almost too diabolically for the situation, if you ask us. Keep in mind that he didn’t even know where Robin was at the time...

"So that should bring us up to speed – I think it’s time to go on a little trip, ladies! Is anybody up for a little Lawn Bowling?" he inquired.

"Wait a minute!" Julia interrupted. "How do you even know about the whole Lawn Bowling thing???"

"Ok, you caught me," he admitted. "I might have been following you, just a little..."

"Yeah, but I ran into Paul, or you, long before I knew about the bowling," she sneered. Actually, inside she was very proud of herself for catching on to this one. Jane stood next to her completely clueless, not doing a damn thing to help explain how this whole mess came to be.

"Well, actually I did keep tabs on you a little further than that,” he said. "Remember that Latvian tourist you ran into back in Las Vegas? That might’ve been me. And the white rabbit you were quite rude to in Hollywood? How about..."

"Ok, ok, we get it – you’re a creep," Jane butted in. "Let’s get on with it already..."

"Fine! Be that way..." Gosen pouted. He never really did like getting yelled at by women, but then again, who does? "As I was saying, we’ve gotta go meet up with Robin Williams at the Lawn Bowling Championships and since I could technically fire either of you for slacking on the job, you’re both coming with me to finish this thing."

"I don’t think so, Gosen!" Jane exclaimed. "You just wait until I tell your story to the stockholders – they’ll have your ass in jail in a heartbeat!"

"Oh wait," he interrupted the rude and outspoken woman, "did I mention that I’ve also got this gun?" He reached inside his cheap, dollar-store jacket to pull out a shiny service revolver. "Now, as I was saying, let’s go bowling..." he spoke, motioning for the two to head out through the door.

"Wait!" Jane interrupted, again. "I need to take care of something first."

"What is it now?!?!?" Gosen asked impatiently.

"It’s, ummm, kind of a feminine problem..."

Gosen shifted in his shoes, "I don’t want any part of that! Do what you’ve got to do, just hurry up."

"Julia, my dear - would you happen to have a pad that I could borrow?" Jane asked, winking suggestively.

"Well, no. I kinda left ‘em in my carry-on, which I have no idea where that even is..." Julia stuttered, though she quickly shut up when Jane kicked her in the shin.

"Are you sure you don’t have one in your purse," Jane asked again, winking obviously enough that even the nearby rats knew that something was up, "way over there in that corner???"

"Ohhhhh!" Julia finally caught on. "You know, I just might – let’s go check," she said as she backed away from Gosen, waiting until she was safely out of groping distance before she turned around. Jane quickly followed her over to her purse, where it had landed in a dark corner while she was disposing of her previous travel mates.

God, those two are hot... Gosen thought to himself as the women scurried away.

"God, you’re an idiot!" Jane whispered to Julia when they were out of Gosen’s earshot.

"Sorry! It’s been one of those days..." she attempted to cover. "So what size pad do you think you need, anyways?"

"No," she exclaimed. "Listen to me – I know where Robin Williams is, and it isn’t at the Lawn Bowling Championships or any other stupid-ass gathering like that! He’s sitting outside, unconscious in a pickup truck I stole after escaping from a mental hospital!"

"Sure he is, and that Gosen – he’s pretty sexy, too, isn’t he?" Julia played on. "Are you guys still together, or is it cool if I..."

"You’re not making this easy..." Jane said, shaking her head violently. "Now listen – I need you to keep Gosen occupied while I go to explain his plans to the big-wigs. We’ve got an office right here in town. I’ll even take Robin with me so we’ll still get the account; Gosen just won’t get the trip to Bermuda that he’s hoping for!"

Julia had to admit - it was a pretty good plan.

"So I’m going to go off to the bathroom," she explained. "Eventually, he’s going to notice that I’m not coming back, so when he does, convince him to just forget about me and go with him to that Lawn Bowling-thing. The traffic getting into the place alone should buy me enough time to get downtown! This whole thing will be over with by the time you guys get through the turnstiles..."

"Wait a minute," Julia inquired. "So I actually have to sit through the Lawn Bowling Championship...there’s got to be another way!"

"We don’t have time, and besides, the readers are getting bored enough with the plot as it is!" Jane retorted. "You ready?"

"I suppose..."

The two headed back towards where Gosen was standing, although Jane took a slight turn and headed to the ladies room. "Thanks, toots! I’ll just be a minute!" she yelled, closing the bathroom door behind her. Surprisingly, though, as she walked into said bathroom, she looked around to find that she wasn’t actually in a bathroom at all, but simply a coatroom with another door at the other end. Whether she had just accidentally made a gigantic fool of herself by mistakening a closet for the bathroom or simply stumbled into a loophole because the writers didn’t feel like wasting any time trying to figure out how to actually get her out of the bathroom, she was unsure, but Jane was more than willing to accept any help she could get at that point and gingerly walked to the other door, which she opened to proceed directly onto the street, within only feet of the exact pickup truck currently containing the (unconscious) body of one Robin Williams...how’s that for luck?

Adding to the bizarre convenience streak Jane had hit, she jumped back into the pickup truck to find a corporate business card propped up against the dashboard. After quickly reading the card and realizing that the office was only a few blocks away, she began to think to herself, Wow, they’re really making this easy this time, aren’t they? Almost too easy... "Ahh, screw it!" she spouted, throwing the truck into gear and squealing into the distance, the warehouse rapidly growing smaller and smaller in her rear view mirror. She leaned over and spoke to the still unconscious Robin Williams, "Now if only Julia doesn’t somehow manage to fuck this up..."

Meanwhile – Back in the brassiere warehouse...

"What in the world is taking her so long?!?!?" Gosen griped, having stood in the same place for the past fifteen enduring minutes...that’s actually quite a long time to wait when you’re ready to go spend the rest of your life in paradise! "What’s she doing in there – writing a book?"

"Well," Julia began, "she did hint that she was on her period, which would mean that she’s dealing with a lot of blood and messy..."

"Arrrghhh, no, no, no, no, no – I’m not listening,” Gosen screamed, clamping his hands firmly over his ears. Julia smiled, knowing that she’d easily just bought her new friend at least another ten minutes. She sat down against one of the walls and began filing her nails, knowing that the wait they really had to look forward to hadn’t even started yet.

"Alright," Gosen exclaimed suddenly, having not let more than another five minutes pass, "I think we’ve waited long enough..."

Julia sprang up. "What, you want me to go in after her?" Maybe she could get out of this whole Lawn Bowling-thing after all...

"No, no," he replied, "don’t be silly..."

"So you’re going in after her?" Julia inquired, now a bit worried about their plan to expose his plans being exposed. She bit into her lip and stepped in the direction of the door, as if to block Gosen from entering the apparent ladies room. She really wasn’t very convincing, though, because she was, well, a girl...

"Are you high?" he then chuckled. "I don’t know what goes on behind that door and I don’t want to know. But I am tired of waiting, so let’s get out of here..." He turned and began to walk back towards the entrance of the warehouse.

"But we can’t just leave Jane!" she protested, "in the bathroom!!!"

"Sure we can. I’ve done it before – what’s one more for old time’s sake going to hurt?" he grinned. "Come on," he said, motioning towards the door. "We’ve got some lawn bowling to watch!"

Julia sighed. Jane had better know what she’s doing...

Meanwhile – Somewhere in a Stolen Pickup Truck...

"Ok, it should be right around this corner," Jane informed Robin, although her expectations fell upon deaf ears, or rather unconscious ones at that. Spinning around the corner, Jane found herself smack dab in front of a huge monolith of buildings, all appearing to be owned or operated in one way or another by the same company – hers. Not spotting a lick of parking space in sight, she opted for the Los Angeles parking standard, in which she simply pulled up alongside the curb and jumped out, leaving the keys to her stolen vehicle still in the ignition. Smacking Robin upside the head a few times, she was able to wake him at least to the point where he was coherent enough to walk on his own, so the two of them headed up to the entrance to the building, where they were greeted by a horrendously friendly doorman.

"Good afternoon, folks – and welcome to the..." the doorman began cheerily.

Fortunately, they were in too much of a hurry to engage in any unnecessary dialog and pushed their way past him, through the revolving door. It took a dazed Robin Williams three go-arounds to realize that he needed to step out of the walkway once he reached the other side, but Jane quickly tipped him in on the doorway conspiracy and they were soon waiting at a secretary’s desk to be pointed in the right direction.

"No, darling," the woman spoke into her headset, completely oblivious to any actual work that might have been going on around her, "Clooney is so much more sexy than what’s-his-face...I had dinner with the man just last week and I’ll tell you – it literally radiated from the man’s body!"

"Excuse me," Jane interrupted, "we need to Mr. Lytos." She had heard the man’s name a thousand times before at cocktail parties and corporate meetings, but she never thought she’d actually be demanding to see him, as she stood on the ground floor of his worldwide headquarters, probably dozens of stories below his own personal penthouse.

The woman glanced up at Jane, chuckled, and swiftly returned to her conversation. "Some lady here with Robin Williams wants to see Lytos...Lytos!!! Yeah, and I’d like a huge raise for doing absolutely nothing around here... But anyways, Suzie, Clooney really is that gorgeous – I went out to dinner with him once...well, sorta..." she babbled on, completely forgetting about Jane’s existence by that point. Jane was just about to get medieval on her ass when she heard Robin speak the most intelligent thing she’d heard in a while...

"Hey Janey," he inquired, now apparently conscious enough to complete full sentences again, "was that Mr. William Lytos – CEO – floor 67 who we’re looking for?" Jane ran over and gave Robin an overly affectionate hug, making Gene wish he were still in the story. Then after a brief celebratory dance, they glanced over to see that the secretary had now placed her feet, sporting shoes that had apparently never seen actual dirt or even dust, up on her desk and was facing the opposite direction with her back to them. Jane reached down and before she had even pushed the call button, the elevator doors opened.

Cool! They both thought, stepping into the elevator and pressing the shiny button marked 67 – Penthouse. This was almost too easy...

Meanwhile – In Gosen’s Limo

"Oh my God – I never knew it could be this way! I feel so free..." Julia screamed, perched atop her newfound throne of success. Gosen let the moaning and groaning go on for quite a while, actually, but then decided that it was finally time to burst her proverbial bubble.

"Julia, honey," he inquired, "haven’t you ever ridden in a limousine before? Come on, baby – get down from there! You’re acting like an eight-year-old." With that, he pulled her down out of the sunroof and back into her seat directly opposite him, her hair now hideously frazzled from having hung her head out of a moving car for the last fifteen miles. "Are you sure you don’t just want to make out or something?" he asked with a smile – granted it was a creepy smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"No, Jim, or Paul, or whoever the hell you are," Julia shouted back, now apparently quite inebriated on Gosen’s complimentary wine, "you lied to me and I don’t sleep with liars, well, at least not anymore!" The young woman hadn’t slept in lord knows how many chapters, and made it known that she could get rather cranky on a lack of sleep, so with that she sunk back into the plush, leather seat and pouted herself to sleep.

Fine – at least I’ll be able to get a little shuteye before this all goes down. Or at least that’s what Gosen thought, because just as he began to drift off to sleep, that whiny, obnoxious voice returned...

"Are we there yet?"

He was just about ready to smack her up side the head when the driver came over the speaker and said, "Actually, yes – we are there." The car came to a stop and within seconds, the door was opening to a gigantic crowd of people. Granted, they were all cheering for the bowlers, not for our heroine and her current captor, but it was sure enough to get Gosen’s ego just a spinnin’! Being the gentleman that he wasn’t, he helped the lady out of the car, always glad to have a piece of arm candy along for his public appearances, and the two of them trotted off towards their box seats.

They trotted off to their box seats...at the Lawn Bowling Championship. Not even a little laugh? Oh well, let’s move on...

"So what’s the plan, you hunka-hunka-burnin’ man, you?" Julia inquired while hanging from Gosen’s arm like a leech. "Are you just going to walk up to Robin Williams and kidnap him, too, or have you actually thought this one out?"

"I’ve actually thought this..." Gosen started, "...hey! That wasn’t very nice – I’ll remember that the next time you’re up for your next promotion..." He smiled, remembering what he had put her through when she had been up for her last promotion...it really is the little things that count, isn’t it? Gosen flashed the security guard his pass and the two of them were lead to a secluded box away from the general public, yet smack dab in the middle of the action. "Get comfortable, toots! It’s going to be a long afternoon!" he announced, grabbing a beer from the nearby private refrigerator before taking his seat.

"So what, we’re just going to wait here for Robin?" she asked with mucho aggression.

"That’s right. You can’t expect to just walk down and pull him away from something like this – somebody’s going to notice," he explained. "You have so much to learn, my dear... We’ll grab him after the show is over." Julia sighed, wondering what Jane and the real Robin Williams were up to by that point.

Meanwhile – Back in the Elevator

"So what do you think our chances are of actually just walking in there, explaining the whole thing rationally, and seeing this story end in the next five or ten minutes?" a now fully awake Robin asked Jane. "It seems like I’ve got this thing that I’m supposed to be doing right now..."

"Ahhh, this should be a piece of cake!" Jane boasted. "All we have to do is knock on Mr. Lytos’ door, explain ourselves, and we’ll be out of here in no time..."

As the bell rang announcing their arrival on the 67th floor, Robin got the feeling that she was right – they would be out of there in a hurry. In front of them stood half a dozen armed guards, looking ferocious amongst other things; their jaws both simultaneously dropped in surprise. Before either could utter a word, they heard the voice of an old man erupting from within the mass of guards.

"Damn it! Can’t I ever have any guests over without you idiots popping up like the Michigan Militia?!?!?!" he exclaimed. The voice pushed its way through the crowd, appearing to be owned by a tiny old man sporting a Hawaiian shirt. "Robin! It’s about time you decided to stop by – who’s the young lady? Come, come – let’s get out of this forsaken hallway and away from these freaks..." he spoke, ushering them into his home.

And what a home it was! If you’ve ever been in the penthouse of a rich, Hollywood millionaire, then you know exactly what it was like, and if not, then you might want to make arrangements to see one on your own some time because we’re certainly not going to take the time to detail its every nook and cranny here. He brought the two over to a living room area which faced a huge glass window, overlooking the city. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods, anyways?" he inquired.

Jane glanced over at Robin and asked, "Is it really supposed to be this easy?" simultaneously giving her suggestive wink, hoping that Robin would catch on easier than Julia had.

Before Robin even had a chance to answer, the old man butted in, "Why yes, my dear – it really is supposed to be this easy. You see, these readers have been following along for quite some time now and although I’m sure they’ve rather enjoyed themselves up to this point, we need to wrap this thing up before they start walking off on us..." he explained. "Now, if I read my copy of the script correctly, you have a devious plot, designed by one of my very own assistants, that you’d like to shed some light on?"

Jane nodded and proceeded to explain the entire situation, from where Gosen had first dropped her off on the train to Atlanta to her encounter with Julia in the brassiere warehouse just hours ago. Robin paid little attention to the story, as he’d already heard the entire thing before, and continued to gorge himself on the provided cheese and crackers until they would leave to go catch Gosen in person at the lawn bowling thingy.

Lytos sat listening solemnly to Jane’s story, oddly enough not once showing a bit of rage towards Gosen, the man whom was trying to sneak off with his hard-earned cash. Robin and Jane wondered for a brief moment if maybe somehow Gosen was Lytos, too, but that would’ve just been too much of a confusing plot twist, even for this story! Jane finally finished her story and then waited for what seemed like ages for the man to show some form of emotion, and eventually he did.

Snapping his fingers, Lytos’ clan of ferocious guards popped up out of nowhere, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. "Well, it looks like you boys might get to see some action today after all!” he announced. "Everybody to the roof – my chopper awaits! We’ll show that Gosen a thing or two about screwing around with hot looking women and men with lots of money..." Hurrying up the stairs to their waiting ride, Jane and Robin followed Lytos into the helicopter. Oddly enough, the guards were nowhere to be seen, but Jane knew they were around there somewhere – it was one oddity that she had no desire to understand anymore.

As the chopper lifted off the ground, Jane whispered in Robin’s ear, "Do you think he’s going to kill him?"

"I sure hope so," Robin replied. "The guy sounded like a real jerk..."

Jane, actually showing a hint of concern for her sub-humanoid boss, almost had a chance to whisper back, but was first interrupted by Lytos, "No, I’m not going to kill him – I’ve got much bigger plans for that boy. And what’s with all of the whispering, anyways? Just because I’m as old as a fossil doesn’t mean that I can’t afford the best hearing aid on the planet..."

The two shrugged, leaning back and wondering to themselves what really was to come of the evil Jim Gosen...

Meanwhile - In the Bat Cave...

The caped crusader and his trusty sidekick sat across from each other at the Bat Table, which happened to be covered with an unusually large pile of playing cards. A thin layer of fog had settled outside and the temperature was a satiable sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. It was a quiet day in Gotham City...almost too quiet...

"Good-golly, Batman,” squeaked Robin the Boy Wonder, "it sure has been a slow week. Got any reds?"

Our hero simply shrugged his shoulders and sighed, softly replying to his partner, "I’m afraid I don’t, my friend – go fish..."

Meanwhile – At the Lawn Bowling Championships

Julia sat back in her seat with her legs propped up on the seat in front of her, snoring loudly enough that security was called over three times to quiet her down with little to no success. Gosen, on the other hand, was really getting into the sport, cheering for his favorite athletes when they made champion-like shots and comforting them during the not-so-good ones...he was really a closet lawn bowling fanatic, if you could believe it! If he wasn’t stuck babysitting this little broad who had the potential to ruin him, he would’ve gotten up to get a closer look at the action long ago...

Oh, what the hell! Gosen glanced over and noticed that Julia was still sawing away, completely oblivious to the phenomenon that was occurring before her. Noting that Habib Jingowartson, the world-renowned bowler would be up in only a few minutes, he decided to take a chance and make a quick trip down to the fields for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Gosen quietly got out of his seat and crept down the isle, assuring himself that he wouldn’t be gone very long and that Julia would never even know that he had left. Once a few steps away from the woman, his creeping turned to a giddy skipping as he hurried off to see his idol...

"Thank God, I thought he’d never leave..." Julia spoke out to no one in particular. Of course, she really hadn’t been sleeping all of that time, for if she had, the games would’ve been postponed on a cause of her snoring actually being louder than the announcer himself, but you didn’t hear it from us... Rising up from her chair, she first considered simply making a break for it, but after analyzing her options and realizing that she wasn’t really in any danger around the goof, she opted to go grab a bite to eat instead. Walking up to the nearest hotdog vendor, she was just about to place her order when she heard the crowd go wild...wilder than normal...

The audience jumped out of their seats to watch as a private helicopter landed right in the middle of the playing field, royally messing up Habib’s shot and ultimately costing him the title. That had better be Jane, Julia thought as she retrieved her hotdog from the vendor and began to work her way down to the center of the action. The security guards tried to keep her from entering the playing field, but she simply told them, "No, this is how it’s supposed to go – I need to get out there," in between bites. The guards just shrugged and stepped aside. She wondered if Gosen would figure out the whole thing and try to flee, but from the sounds of the yelling, it wouldn’t really be much of an issue.

"Damn it, Gosen! What the hell were you thinking, trying to make off with my money?!?!?” Lytos shouted. He would’ve smacked him down, or at least had one of his henchmen do it, but Gosen was already on his knees crying like a baby. For a slight second, everyone felt really sorry for him, but that soon subsided and a rage of laughter hit the crowd.

"But Dad," Gosen pleaded, "I was only trying to make something of myself – like you told me too..." Julia and Jane, along with the rest of the audience, gasped, with Julia nearly choking on a bite of hotdog.

"I don’t want to hear it this time! You’ve blown it for the last time, Gosen – I’m taking you off this account and demoting you back to an internship in our Miami office."

Gosen’s face turned pale. "You mean no more expense account? No more executive retreats? No more ass grabbing???"

"Especially no more ass grabbing!!!"

"But who’s going to finish the deal with Robin?" Gosen angrily inquired.

Stepping out from behind the crowd, Robin Williams himself spoke, "Why Janey here is, of course! She’s had this thing under control all along, and with Julia’s help, I’m sure my reunion party is going to be the best Nick at Nite shindig since that weekend in Tahiti with ALF!"

The girls both looked at each other and started simultaneously jumping up and down and screaming, apparently excited about the new arrangements. They turned to Lytos to confirm...

"Yes, girls – you’ve got the account, and the two of you are going to make me a whole lot of money, I just know it!" Lytos proclaimed. "Now you two need to get out of here and to the airport in a hurry! There’s a flight to New York City to entertain some clients that you need to be on. Feel free to take Jim’s limousine – he sure as hell won’t be needing it anymore..."

"Thank-you so much!" the girls replied. "We won’t let you down!" After both giving Robin a quick goodbye, the two rushed over to the waiting limo and took their places inside. Just before the driver was ready to pull away, there was a knocking at Jane’s window. Jane pushed the button to open the window, revealing the face of one of Lytos’ assistants – in his hand he held a plain manila envelope.

"You almost forgot this!" he told her, handing her the parcel. "Have a safe trip!" She thanked him and after rolling the window up, watched him disappear in the distance.

"Well, come on – what is it?" Julia badgered. Feeling a momentary lapse of generosity, Jane threw the envelope onto her lap.

Opening the envelope, Julia’s eyes opened wide to see two plane tickets, not to New York City, but to Bermuda – the tickets which Gosen had planned on using to get out of the country. Also inside was another smaller envelope, and quite a thick envelope at that, which they would soon find to be filled with the remainder of Gosen’s spending cash – easily tens of thousands of dollars. "Oh my God..." was all that Julia could manage to get out.

Her and Jane exchanged smiles and sneaky ideas for spending the money when Jane’s eyes suddenly lit up in a similar fashion, her smile growing even larger than before. She reached into her back pocket to pull out a small golden piece of plastic – Gosen’s corporate credit card that she had herself exploited what seemed like so long ago. Both spoke not a single word from then on until they had reached the airport and were out of earshot of the driver...

"Well, it looks like we’ve got a little predicament on our hands, now don’t we?" Julia chimed happily.

"You know, my dear," Jane replied, "he never technically told us who or where or when we were supposed to meet these new clients in the Big Apple..."

"...and a nice vacation would probably do us both a lot of good, after all that we’ve been through!" Julia finished. The girls continued on their path through the terminal, passing the gate for NYC and finally reaching the international gates to paradise. Both women gleamed as they took their places in the first-class section on their flight to Bermuda. Wine glasses in hand and a hell of an adventure behind them, they both thought...

This might not turn out to be such a bad summer after all!

Meanwhile – Back in Gosen’s World...

The six bodyguards carried Gosen’s unconscious body to the back of the crowded car, strapping him into a seat between a nanny and her thirteen children. Chuckling to themselves as they left the train, one of the men briefly felt a spout of sympathy for him and slipped a five-dollar bill into his shirt pocket. Turning away, though, he completely missed the young boy directly next to Gosen borrowing said greenback only moments later. Not long after the train got underway, three or four of the children began crying, which woke Gosen up in no time.

It didn’t take him long to realize his situation. Leaning back, he began to hit his head against the steel wall behind him with the hopes of knocking himself unconscious again.

"Hey mister..." the little boy next to him inquired.

It was going to be a long trip back to Miami...