Gato: Sorry this took a while, but it is pretty long, so hopefully, that makes up for it.

For the second time in one day, Tai rolled out of his hotel room bed and pulled on a pair of pants. Lexi propped herself up and stared at Tai's back.

"That was incredible," she purred. "Why don't you come back to bed?"

Tai kept his back to Lexi and pulled on a clean, black shirt.

"Come on tiger…"

"No," he interrupted firmly. "I think its time for you to leave, Lexi."

"You can't be serious," Lexi said with a laugh.

Tai turned to face the girl, his face stony. "Its over, Lexi. We're not moving past this stage and honestly, I'm tired of this."

Lexi laughed scornfully. "We've only been at it for a day!"

"Exactly, so imagine how bored I would be of you if it lasted longer."

Lexi's cheeks flushed with anger.

"Fine. Whatever. Your loss, Tai," she spat. The blonde pulled on her clothes, grabbed her purse and stormed out of the room. Tai sighed with relief – no more Lexi. He ran a hand through his wild hair in a vain attempt to tame the chestnut mess.

After several minutes – long enough for Lexi to vacate the hotel – Tai ventured into the hallway. He wandered in the direction of Josh's bedroom, but encountered a joyous Scotsman by the ice machine.

"Hey, Tai."

"You seem in a much better moon," said gentleman observed. "Did you find a bar or something?"

"Not all of us are raging alcoholics, Tai," Sean responded jovially.

"I resent that inference. But, while we're on the topic, I need a drink."

Sean shook his head. "No time, alkie. We have a convention to hit up."

"Don't sound so excited," Tai replied. "People might think you don't like your job."

"I don't," Sean stated bluntly. "I'm tired of being a conman. Why don't we just buckle down and start up the cruise legitimately?"

"Not enough money," Tai replied gloomily.

"That's probably because we waste most of it on booze."

"You say waste, I say money well spent."

"You would." Sean laughed. "Are we meeting in Josh's room?"

Tai nodded and the pair continued down the hallway. The brunet mulled over his friend's opinions. Sean possessed the most honesty and morality of the group, and Tai wondered why the Scot stayed.

'Maybe it's because he's friends with Josh', Tai thought. He knocked loudly on Josh's door and the pair entered in accordance with the blond's summons. Kayla leant toward a large mirror, a mascara wand in her left hand. Josh watched her deft movements, enraptured by the practiced art of make-up.

"Hey man," Sean greeted.

Josh started and turned his attention to the men in the doorway.

"What's up guys?" he queried.

"We have to get to work soon," Tai reminded carefully.

"Don't worry boys," Kayla crooned as she tossed a tube of lipstick into her purse. "I'm on my way out."

The thin girl placed a kiss on Josh's lips. "Thanks for last night. Good-bye Josh."

Josh remained on the bed and watched Kayla leave. Once the door shut, he exhaled loudly and collapsed onto the duvet.

"We've got to get working, Josh," Tai prompted.

"We can't do anything without Stephen," Josh replied from within his daydreams.

Sean rolled his eyes and pulled several graphs, floor plans and charts from Josh's underwear drawer. "Why do you keep all the plans in with your skivvies?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Josh said.

"As is the case with most bad ideas," Tai murmured. "Where is Stephen?"

"Right here," Stephen called as he opened the day. "Did you miss me?"

"Not really," came Joshua's reply. "Now, let's do this thing."

"Here are the plans," Sean muttered, tossing them onto the bed.

"Brilliant. Now, our cover is the standard – salesmen with another useless Tupperware product to sell," Joshua began. "There will be over two hundred sales people at this convention, and all are selling. Stephen will be our main promoter and salesman. I'll be his assistant, and be keeping an eye on security's location through a tap on the cameras. Sean and Tai, you two are entrepreneurs looking for something new to get involved with. You will be our main thieves – one of you distracts and the other steals what they can. Make sure you don't steal too much at once, or it will be noticeable. I think that's it. Any question?"

"Nice plan, Josh," Tai commented. "I think you've earned the right to plan more cons in the future."

"Sweet," Josh replied with a smirk. "It took long enough."

"Welcome to the big leagues, Joshua," Sean joked.

"What's our Tupperware pitch?" Stephen asked. "And where is it?"

Josh sauntered over to the closet and pulled out several bags of Tupperware and something resembling a toaster over.

"We're promoting Tupperware that can go in the oven," Josh said proudly. "We'll put the item in this over and rave about how it doesn't melt."

"How doest hat work?" Sean wondered aloud.

"I rigged some sensors and stuff into the oven. Once you put any weight on the bottom, the heat valves shut off. We can leave it in there as long as we want and nothing will happen to it."

"That's awesome, man," Stephen commented.

"Sean, you're on disguises for this, right?" Tai asked.

"Yes. We'll have to be very careful, because there will be a lot of people milling around. The last thing we need is for some bugger to identify us.

"Stephen, your hair is going black and you're getting a pair of ice blue contact lenses. That should make you look paler, especially with a grey suit. Joshua, you're getting some dark blond hair extensions, an earring and tattoos along the knuckles. Tai – your hair is the most prominent thing about you. You're going to flatten it and wear and auburn wig. Your suit has extra padding in the shoulders to change people's perception of your size."

The assembled men digested the information.

"I have to dye my hair?" Stephen demanded.

"With temporary stuff," Sean defended his idea. "It is that bad – I could have made you all girls."

"I know I could pull it off, but I'm not so sure about the others," Josh joked.

"That isn't something to be proud off," Stephen retaliated.

"Shut up."

"What's your disguise, Sean?" Tai queried.

"You'll see. I have all the supplies in my room. Let's go." The followed Sean and each received a duffle bag with the necessary components. Each boy returned to his room and wearily changed his appearance.

Stephen rubbed black mousse into his hair and while the colour set, he placed blue contacts into his eyes. The handsome twenty four year old washed the excess mousse from his hair and gelled it into small curls. An expensive grey suit finished the transformation.

Joshua ensured the extensions clung tightly to his natural hair and pulled the new tresses into a ponytail. The young man shoved and earring into a neglected piercing; he tried to ignore the stand of pain as sharp metal sliced though flesh. Finally, Joshua turned his attention to the tattoos. With precisions, Joshua imprinted the Japanese symbols onto his knuckles. To finish the ensemble, Josh changed into a snug, black suit. The twenty-two year old smirk at his reflection.

Tai forcefully shoved his hair into a skin coloured bathing cap. Despite his effort, tufts of wild brown hair escaped and surrounded the cap. With an annoyed snort, Tai tried again with the same result.

"Fine, hair," he muttered. "We'll do this the hard way."

The tall brunet doused his hair with tap water. The long locks hung heavily past his eyes and dripped onto the floor. Tai managed to forced the saturated tresses under the tight cap. He pulled the short, auburn wig over his new bald spot.

"I win." Tai snickered at his reflection and added an auburn goatee around his mouth. Once satisfied with the facial hair, he changed into a navy blue business suit.

"Done and done." Tai grabbed his supplies and walked briskly to Sean's room. A portly man with graying black hair and brown eyes opened the door.

"Holy crap, Sean. That is great."

"Its Dr. Earnshaw," Sean replied, his accent masked perfectly. "And I'm pretty damn impressed that you managed to get all your hair under that wig."

"It wasn't easy, and I never plan to do it again. Is everyone else here?"

"Yeah, come in, Mr. Neverson," Sean said.

"Neverson?" Tai questioned. "It works."

Tai sauntered into the room – he felt Mr. Neverson would saunter – and gaped at the transformations achieved by his fellow conmen. Stephen embodied a Hollywood actor, arrogance and all. Josh leaned against a wall, his tough attitude practically tangible.

"See, I told you the disguises wouldn't be that bad," Sean stated.

"As long as the dye comes out, everything will be fine," Stephen muttered. "Time to move, boys."

…

Forty minutes later, the boys emerged from their generic, silver station wagon as Dr. Jay Earnshaw, Derek Neverson, Jaques Barette – the salesman, and Seth Melgar.

Joshua turned to face the group. "Alright, just to re-cap: Earnshaw and Neverson are wandering and Barette is with me."

The trio nodded in understanding.

"I have two thirty," Josh continued. "The convention ends at six, and we're out of here at five fifty. If we need to pull out for any reason, the phrase is, 'I have family in Paris.' Keep your ear pieces on at all times. Everyone understand?"

Once again, they bowed their heads. Without another utterance, they split into pairs, ensured their ear pieces remained hidden from public eye, and entered the convention. Joshua and Stephen entered the main room and quickly assembled their booth. The fabricated company name, TravelWare hung several feet above Stephen's head. He efficiently arranged the Tupperware, brochures and stove on his display table. A money box joined his gun under the table. Security merely nodded in his general direction on their rounds. Joshua positioned himself beside the table with easy access to his own hidden weapon. He held a clipboard under the pretences of taking a survey of customer satisfaction. Hidden under the meaningless papers, a flat screen displayed the location of every security guard in the building.

Tai and Sean mingled with other entrepreneurs. Sean adjusted his tie as he spoke – a forced nervous habit of Dr. Earnshaw. He discussed his disillusionment in the recent hair dye products. Tai turned his attention to a middle aged woman who spoke with a heavy French accent. In her broken English she bored him with the details of her new lipstick which changed colour in the sunlight. She searched for a company that would promote her aesthetic product properly. Tai nodded politely and murmured understandingly in the correct places. Eventually, the French woman became bored with Derek Neverson and wandered off in search of a new victim. Several business people began to make their way into the exhibition hall. Tai caught Sean's eye and nodded. Sean carefully excused himself and struck up a conversation about the state of business with Tai. The pair wandered into the exhibition centre, walked directly past their colleagues and began to search for their first victim.

Tai spotted a young and somewhat naïve gentleman behind a hair replacement booth. The kid made a typical mistake: he left his cash box on the table. Tai nudged Sean gently and nodded in the general direction of the hair replacement salesman. Sean exhaled slowly and returned the nod.

"I'll distract him, you get the cash. It'll just be change cash now, so be careful," Sean cautioned.

Tai grinned. "I'm always careful."

Sean ambled over to the young man. "Hair replacement, eh?"

The youth appeared surprised for a moment then nodded feverishly. "Yes sir. It's called Planter's Project."

Tai edged his way between the Planter's booth and the wall. He appeared to inspect a brochure while he actually judged the distance between his hand and the box.

Sean held back a snicker. "Planter's Project? You do realize that the name sounds like something for warts, don't you?"

The salesman appeared taken aback. "I…well, I always did tell them that, but I'm still young and just a salesman so…"

"I like your spirit, kid. Do you know who I am?"

Eager to please, the young man searched his mind rapidly, but found nothing.

"My name is Dr. Earnshaw," Sean said, his tone saturated with importance. "And I'm looking for a few new products to invest in. I'd be more than happy to speak to your supervisors about a promotion for you if you can convince me to invest."

The man licked his lips nervously and turned his full attention to Sean, leaving his back to Tai. Tai took his chance. With the pretence of reaching for another flyer, he pulled the money box under his ample coat. He tried the lock and found it open. Carefully, the brunet extracted roughly two hundred dollars in an assortment of bills. He placed several counterfeits under the remaining bills for security. The box slid back into its previous spot before the salesman finished his speech about Planter's Project.

"…and so, Dr. Earnshaw, I feel that it would be in your best interest to invest with us as opposed to, say, MirakleGro."

Sean nodded slowly. "Well, Andre, I'm very impressed with your sales pitch. I'm going to walk around for a little bit and check out everything else. But, don't worry – I think you've convinced me." He turned to leave the called over his shoulder, "A word of advice, Andre. Keep your money box under the table – it's safer."

Andre flushed and quickly shoved the box under the long, white table cloth. Sean shuffled off and found Tai three exhibits away.

"Two hundred," Tai said with a grin. "And I've got our next victim. Some company called MirakleGro. They've got an old man as their sales rep, and their pretty isolated. It should be pretty easy to get your hands on the cash."

Sean laughed. "You picked MirakleGro? That's Planter's competitor. Very nice."

Meanwhile, Stephen's charm attracted a crowd of women interested in Tupperware that didn't melt.

"Allow me to demonstrate, ladies," he said coyly. Several girls giggled, enraptured by Stephen's wolfish smile. The confident salesman placed a large container in the oven and shut the door. Joshua turned his attention to the young woman at the back of the crowd.

"Do ya mind if I ask ya some questions, ma'am?" Josh asked through a Brooklyn accent.

The woman looked startled and turned toward Josh. The disguised blond inhaled sharply as he recognized Kayla. He masked the surprise with the first question on his list.

"What do you think of our new product?"

Kayla smirked. "I'd like to know how you stop it from melting. Last time I checked, plastic melts."

Joshua fought the urge to return the familiar smirk. "Unfortunately, we can't reveal that information to the general public. Would you be interested in buying some?"

Her smirk gained a suggestive nature. "In buying some? It depends how good the offer is."

Josh barely managed to keep his face expressionless. Kayla left with a wink and a toss of her long hair. Josh quickly flipped to the screen and found the locations of his comrades and of the security. Everything looked normal. Josh ran his finger along the back of his earpiece to activate the microphone. He turned away from the crowd and shuffled his papers.

"Kayla is here and I have a strange suspicion that she knows something," Joshua muttered. Stephen nodded in response.

Sean's voice crackled for a moment, then said quickly, "Are you sure she knows? If she does we need to pull out soon. The last thing we need is…"

"An identification, I know," Josh interrupted.

"You mentioned this, didn't you?" Tai muttered stonily.

"Uh, I may have mentioned we were going…somewhere."

"You gave out a location?" Stephen hissed.

"It was an…"

"We have to pull out," Tai's voice implored.

"We can't without drawing suspicion." Sean's reasonable voice came through the earpiece. "We'll just have to avoid her for the next couple hours."

"Wait," Josh implored. "There's a presentation in forty five minutes. We'll pull out then. Meet in the car."

No one responded, but Stephen gave a sullen nod while he finalized a sale. Josh set about to avoid the disaster he caused. Sean and Tai shrugged at each other, shut off their microphones and continued their thievery. Each gentleman had over six hundred dollars in his pocket.

…

Half an hour later, Joshua's phone rang loudly. Stephen frowned lightly, and quickly glanced at this "assistant". The blond whipped the sleek object out of his blazer pocket. "Melgar. Oh, hello, sir. What can I do for ya? …Right. Just one second, sir."

Joshua walked up to Stephen and handed him the phone with a mutter of, "The boss."

"Hello, sir. Very well sir. …Oh yes, I see. Are you sure sir? We're doing very…yes, sir. We'll be back as soon as we can." Stephen flipped the phone shut and turned to the congregated crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some unfortunate news. Our boss just called and needs us back in the office right away. I will take two more orders and then we'll have to close up shop. Thanks for being a great crowd."

…

After a quarter of an hour, just as the presentation began, the TravelWare booth stood barren and a generic, black vehicle pulled out of the parking lot. Sean drove lazily around several blocks to ensure no one followed the car. Tai and Stephen counted money.

"Well, Sean and I each got one grand."

"And we have twenty four hundred from sales," Stephen called over the radio. "I still can't believe you told that slut where we were going to be!"

"Shove it Stephen. She isn't a slut," Josh muttered icily.

"Oh, please!"

"Stuff it, all of you," Sean muttered. "He messed up and he fixed it. We've all made mistakes – just let it go."

Silence hung tensely in the car until Tai muttered, "I need a drink."

"Yeah you do," Stephen replied. "We'll go as soon as this black crap is out of my hair."

…

Tai exhaled gratefully as he released his hair from the shower cap. It immediately returned to the usual position. He attempted to run his hand through the bushy mass, but it became snared in knots.

"Great," Tai muttered. "Looks like its time for a wash." He stripped off his clothes, placed the money in his safety deposit box and stepped into the shower.

…

Sean turned on the hot water in the shower. He stared guiltily at the ill-gained money. "Damn it."

The Scot stepped under the scalding water in an attempt to wash off the dirt he felt in his soul.

…

A knock sounded at Josh's door. Still in disguise, the blond muttered something into the phone and pulled the door open.

"I'm going to kill Sean. It took six bouts of shampoo to get that stuff out of my hair and…why aren't you changed?" Stephen interrupted himself.

Joshua shrugged. "I don't know if I'm gonna come out right away – I'm pretty beat. I think I'll grab a quick nap first. What bar are you going to?"

"Purgatory," Stephen responded. "The one we found two nights ago."

Josh nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll meet you lot there."

He quickly shut the door and returned to the phone. "Why don't you come over here, babe?"

…

The trip sauntered into Purgatory and wondered if the truly had entered Hell.

"I'll get a table," Sean called over the din.

"I'll get you a beer," Stephen replied.

"And I'm getting some shots," Tai announced. Sean laughed and wandered through the drunken masses in search of a vacant table. Several girls followed him with their eyes. Sean compared the morbid red and black of purgatory with the neutral Cheshire Cat. He slid onto a stiff, leather couch. Several moments later, Tai joined him with three shots. He shoved on in Sean's direction.

"A First Degree Burn?" Sean queried.

"Second. Bottoms up."

The pair cheered and tossed the alcohol down their throats. Tai winced and grinned at the familiar burn in this throat. Stephen dropped down across from Sean, two girls already in tow.

Sean cocked an eyebrow. "Two at once?"

"Shut up and drink your beer," Stephen replied quickly shoved a bottle in Sean's direction.

Tai laughed loudly as a tall, willowy girl with lime green hair slid in next to Sean. The brunet sauntered to the bar and ordered three more shots. A tanned, petite figure with scarlet hair and matching contact lenses push the drinks in Tai's direction. With a start, Tai recalled another barmaid with natural red locks.

"You need something else, babe?" the girl called.

"What? Not, I'm good with these."

"Then you're gonna have to move on. Sorry babe."

Tai did a quick shot and carried his two remaining drinks to the table. Stephen continued to chat with the two girls who Tai recognized as twins. Sean nursed a beer.

"What happened to your limsicle?" Tai joked.

"Slag," Sean replied bluntly. He took a swig of beer.

Stephen lifted his beer. "Speaking of slags, where's Josh?"

"Right here," a familiar voice called. Stephen spat out a mouthful of beer and stared at Josh and the auburn haired girl on his arm. Her trademark smirk slid across her lips.

"Hello, Kayla," Sean said nonchalantly, the first to recover from shock. "Nice to see you, lass."

"Same to you, Sean." Her lilting voice held laughter.

Tai scratched his ear; Joshua noticed. The chestnut haired man smiled at Kayla. "You take my seat, Kayla. I'll go get another chair."

"And I'll grab you a drink," Josh insisted. "Any requests?"

"Not beer," Kayla replied swiftly. She began a loud conversation with Sean as the two boys walked off.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tai demanded sharply.

"Nothing." Josh shrugged.

"Bringing her here again is not 'nothing' Josh!" Tai leaned against the bar and glared at this friend.

"What's the big deal, Tai?"

"Looks like I'm not the only one who needs a reminder of the rules," Tai spat in way or response.

"Need something?" the demon barmaid called across the bar.

"As many shots as this will buy," Tai shouted over his shoulder and shoved a fifty in the girl's direction. "I don't care what they are. Surprise me." He turned in time to see surprise flicker in the girl's scarlet eyes.

"You really are an alcoholic," Josh muttered.

"Not all of them are for me. And don't change the subject. Don't you realize how much trouble this could cause? Shit."

"You yell at me for bringing Kayla to Purgatory…"

"She belongs in Purgatory."

Josh glared and continued, "And yet Sean gets away with not even picking up any girls and being a dick a breakfast."

Tai laughed, despite efforts to remain expressionless. "Are the two of you feuding siblings or something? Why the hell would I get on his case about not picking up girls? You know what Sean's like."

"Drinks up," 'Scarlet' called. Tai tossed tip in the girl's direction and pulled twelve shots to the edge of the bar.

"She recognized us at the convention, Josh. She's smarter than you think, and she's dangerous."

"She isn't dangerous. She's perfect."

"One night, Josh! You've spent one night with her! How can you claim to know anything about her?" Tai demanded forcefully.

"Because," the blond began, "I actually care about her." Joshua did a pair of shots, grabbed two more and stalked back to the table.

Tai stared for a moment and tossed some tequila into his mouth. Sean appeared at his side and muttered, "If I have to watch Josh suck Kayla's face off and Stephen mentally undress twins for two more second, I'm going to kill myself."

"Have some shots," Tai implored. "They're quite helpful."

Sean shrugged and the pair split the seven remaining shots. Once Sean slammed the last shot glass onto the bar, he ventured to speak again. "Why don't you and I head over to the Cheshire Cat?"

"The what?" Tai looked up from the bar, confused.

"The bar we were at last night. As great as Purgatory is, I'm not such a fan of spending eternity here. Besides, you could take that red-head home."

Tai laughed at the thought of Sora. Surprised her recalled her name, he swiftly nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Sean."

The pair silently left Purgatory and began their walk through the bowels of the city toward the Cheshire Cat.

"Wait, it's called the Cheshire Cat?" Tai asked with a snicker. "How did you remember that?"

"Ale told me."

"Ale the waitress from last night? When did you talk to her?"

"This morning," Sean began carefully. He knew Tai possessed the tendency to become slightly enraged if someone broke the rules. Especially after a few drinks. "I ran into her on the street and helped her with her groceries. We went back to her apartment and I asked her out with me tomorrow. That's all."

Tai remained silent for several moments. Finally, he murmured, "Maybe we need to update the rules."

"I think Stephen might take issue with that."

"Yeah, well, Stephen has always played by his own rules. I don't think it would really affect his plans."

"Probably not. Here's the Cheshire," Sean said and entered the simple bar.

A multitude of people milled around the bar and called their drink orders at an efficient barmaid. Lights pulsed in a distant corner where many drunken figures grinded to the generic music from the speakers. Tai slid into a booth and Sean followed.

"Well hello there, Mr. Kamiya. I see you enjoyed your time at the Cheshire Cat last night," a kind voice intoned.

Tai looked up to see Sora, dressed in a plain black skirt and black blouse, her hair loose about her face.

"Hello, Sora," Tai greeted. "Nice to see you again. This is my friend, Sean."

"Sean, eh?" Her smile gained another quality. "Only the two of you tonight?"

"Yes," Sean said. "The other two buggers are in Purgatory."

Sora laughed, a sound that Tai began to adore. "What can I get for you gents?"

"A beer," Tai said.

"A Gin and Tonic please, lass," Sean ordered.

"Alright, I'll just have Ale grab these for me and I'll be right back."

"So, you gonna take her home?" Sean demanded bluntly.

Tai leaned back in his seat and considered. "No," he said slowly. "I think I'm going to take a page from you're book. I'm going to ask her out."

Sean looked impressed. "Would you look at that? Tai's growing up."

"Oh shut it."

"Here you go boys," Sora announced as she returned. "One beer and one Gin and Tonic. Anything else?"

"Yes, actually," Tai said quickly. A strange spur of nerves jumped through his body as Sora turned in his direction. "Would you like to go out tomorrow night, Sora?"

Surprise registered in her vibrant eyes for a moment, then a wide grin spread across her face. "I'd love to, but I can't tomorrow. Is Monday good for you?"

Tai nodded. "Monday is perfect. What's your phone number, Sora? I'll give you a call tomorrow or Monday."

Sora listed off the digits and walked back toward the bar.

"Well done, man," Seam said.

"Why thank you. It's been a long time since I've had to do this."

"I'm sure it…"

"Well hello there, Sean. You seem to be becoming one of our regulars. You as well, Tai." An accented voice followed by a kind laugh interrupted Sean.

"Hello, Ale," Sean said happily. "I was going to come up to the bar and see you once I finished my drink."

"How sweet. I don't know if you would have gotten through the crowds though. We're pretty full tonight."

"More so than Purgatory," Tai added.

"You were at Purgatory?" Ale asked. "You liked it?"

"Not really," Sean replied honestly. "It really was hell."

Ale laughed softly. "I've heard that from several people. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should get back to the bar before Sora is attacked by thirsty, drunken patrons. I'll see you tomorrow, Sean."

The Scottish man watched her walk away, and Tai happily caught sight of a flash of red hair. Without a word, the pair drained their drinks in a long swig and happily left the Cheshire Cat.

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Gato: Okay, I had to say this here cause I was tempted to do it in the story. After I wrote about Stephen's disguise, I couldn't stop think about him as Orlando Bloom. I think I have a problem. Moving on…

Irie: Yes, moving on indeed. Because I think you're crazier than me at this point.

Gato: Am not. I don't even think that's possible.

Irie: Maybe you're right. Time for REVIEWER RESPONSE! REVIEWER RESPONSE!

Gato: And this is why you will always be the crazy one.

TO Steve-Racer: Thank-you. Sucks that your computer has giving you problems. I like Sean too. There won't be high sea adventures…or not too many. But there will be con-men adventures.

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TO INUSYASHAREDSTAR: You're Mexican? That's awesome! It's also very cool that you know someone with the last name 'Corona'. I love that last name. I'm in Ontario, but my parents are from South America and the Caribbean. Woohoo. I hope this chapter answered some of your questions. Thanks so much for the review!

TO white artemis: Thanks! Glad you're liking it. The reason I'm using other names is because I wanted to make original characters and not just stick with the usual cast. Josh just ended up being similar to Matt in some ways, it wasn't planned.

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