Chapter 2. Tommy looked out the window of his personal Dodo as they went to one of Tommy's private airstrips, one even the pigs didn't know about.

It was in the Rock Mountains.

Tommy unbuckled himself, and got out immediately after the Dodo had stopped.

He had 10 Mafia grunts waiting for his arrival there, and Lance Vance, his personal assistant-and possible squealer.

"Hey! Tommy! Howya doing?"

Lance Vance welcomed him warmly.

iToo warmly. . ./i

Tommy thought.

But he played cool for a bit, then launched on of his SCUD Missiles at the FBI Headquarters.

He. . . felt in a good mood today.