Myina's leg hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. She'd used the last of her stimpacks just to be able to walk and hold her gun again. But they hadn't fully healed what she assumed had to be a fractured tibia. Given the high rank of the jackwad legionary she'd killed, though, she was in no mood to stick around Nipton and wait for any other potential buddies of his to show up. So, with ED-E's help, she'd quickly nabbed what valuable items she could carry from them and made her way out of town, limping away into the setting sun. She'd double checked her Pip-Boy and knew that if she followed the highway north, she'd eventually hit a secondary NCR station that she could probably trade some of the looted equipment from. If not there, it appeared that there was a small town not much farther north she could stop at.

ED-E hummed along just behind her as she struggled down the road. Not much time had past when she suddenly stopped dead and threw herself to the ground. Even in the fading light, she could make out the brilliantly coloured crimson of more Legion asshats up ahead.

"Fuck." She hissed, pulling her Varmint Rifle up and eyeing the soldiers through the meager excuse for a scope attached to the top. The dirty glass lens revealed two of the legionaries flanking what must have been a raid camp. Myina spied several tents and a few more soldiers in the distance. And then. . .

"Goddammit." Myina's heart sank. Chained to each other and knelt by a fire were two civilians, likely captured from Nipton and on their way to being sold as slaves. Even if she thought she could over power all four legionaries on her own without getting the two captives killed, she was in no physical shape for it. Her leg could barely hold herself up in a standing or walking position and her arm ached just lifting the rifle. She was sure she would be useless in any hand-to-hand combat situation at the moment.

"We'll have to go around them." Myina whispered to ED-E. "Come back for them once we get patched up." ED-E beeped out an agreement and Myina began to army crawl back on the path.

It took almost thirty minutes, agonizingly slow and painful minutes, to clear the camp. Once she could stand, Myina replaced her rifle on her pack and began to move as quickly as her leg would allow towards Ranger Station Charlie. It should take no more than another hour or two to get there, which would be good since it would be getting fairly dark by then. Not having any night-vision gear was really beginning to piss her off.

"Halt!" A man in tan clothes held his shotgun in direction. The pealing sign behind him depicting the double headed bear of the New California Republic told her she was in an at least moderately safe place. "What's your business?"

Myina raised her hands to her sides to show she had no intention of violence. "Just looking for supplies and rest," she panted.

"Well I don't think we've got any supplies here. You'll have to talk to Stepinac about the board. Just keep those guns of yours pointed to the ground and you'll get no trouble from us though."

The man waved her through and Myina nodded, passing him to head to the building her pointed her towards. He gave a strange look to her floating companion, but made no comment.

Inside the office, another Ranger sat at a filthy desk in the dimly lit room. He stood as Myina entered, and gave a stoic kind of look.

"McCarren doesn't like it when civilians wander into military outposts, so if you're here on business, better make it quick." He snapped rather gruffly.

The corner of Myina's mouth twitched. "Look, I'm just looking for supplies and rest, okay? I'm hurt and I'm tired and I just want to lighten my pack a little."

The ranger looked her up and down with his beady eyes for a moment, then caught sight of the crimson in her bag. "What's that shit?" He seemed to suddenly be on guard and Myina quickly explained.

"I ran into some Legion south of here. Assholes had a thought in their mind they'd make a messenger outta me."

The man studied her for a minute. "And?"

"They were mistaken." Myina responded simply.

The ranger thought for a moment silently, then seemed to decide something to himself. "Well we have been getting extra medical supplies here for some reason. I suppose I could part with a few as a bit of a reward for those uniforms there. If you're okay with bounty work, that is." Myina almost laughed in response, but just nodded instead. The man continued, "But you can't stay here. Ranger Beaumont may be out on patrol right now, but he's in charge and he's for damn sure we're not running a hotel. Novac is only about thirty minutes up the road, and you'll find a place to stay the night there."

Myina frowned, but accepted anyway. It's not like she had much of a choice. In the end, she walked away with a handful of stimpacks, some Radaway and Rad-X, and a doctor's bag after handing over the Legion armor she'd managed to haul. She was sure she was getting the better end of the deal, but decided she'd just accept having to limp up to Novac as payment enough in return.

As the ranger had promised, not thirty minutes later, Myina found herself standing outside the gates to Novac, staring up the back of a rather large reptilian-like creature. Or at least, a building shaped like a large reptilian-like creature. Man, what in the hell were those Old Worlders ever thinking. She vaguely recalled something from her early days of schooling, a dinosant? dinasar? Dinosaur. That was it. Whatever that was. There was too much haze around her earlier memories for them to really be of any use. Myina shrugged, more to herself than to anyone else, and walked into the office at the front of the gate, the warm glow of the interior lights inviting her in with promises of sleep.

The office was rather cozy looking. She noted a Mojave Express dropbox to her left, and eyed the Sunset Sarsaparilla machine at the far end of the room with disappointment. Did no one else like Nuka Cola? Mr. New Vegas' voice spoke softly to the room from a radio in the corner.

"Well, welcome to you!" An older woman with large glasses and greying hair smiled at her from behind the counter to her right. "You look tired from the road. Why don't you relax for a spell, let this fine town take care of you?"

The woman had a grandmotherly tone to her voice and smiled welcomingly. Myina blinked at her. "We haven't met yet." she said, deadpan.

The woman seemed to falter for a second, but replied with the same friendly tone. "Oh, what am I doing? I got to thinking about making a good impression and plain forgot to tell you my name. I'm Jeannie May. I take care of the folks here at the motel. Long as they aren't troublemakers."

Myina internally berated herself for her reaction as she moved toward the woman. She realized that she was so unused to the people around her being friendly that she found herself being suspicious of it. That wasn't fair to Jeannie May over here, now was it? She should try to be nicer.

"So . . . what is this place?"

Jeannie May smiled so wide it made Myina a little unnerved. "We're in a little desert oasis, name of Novac. This is the Dino Dee-lite Motel, and it's mine." She smiled even broader, if that was possible.

Myina nodded. "So what's there to do in this town?"

"Well, there's the town mascot, he's a sight. You probably already saw him when you came in but you can go up inside too." She chirped in response.

"Uh huh. Well, um, I'd like to rent a room please." Myina smiled through her exhaustion.

"Well I think that's a fine idea! I'll give you a good flat rate and you can stay as long as you like. Least til the busy season comes. Sound good?"

Myina doubted there was a busy season, but she nodded anyway. She paid Jeannie May the 100 caps she asked for and was handed a room key in return and pointed toward the first room on the balcony. Myina said goodnight and retired quickly.

The inside of the motel room was a bit shabby, but certainly better than sleeping on the desert floor. She dumped her pack on the floor near the dingy couch and locked the door tightly. It had been one hell of a long day and Myina could barely get herself out of her leather armor before she collapsed on the dusty bed and fell into a deep deep sleep.

The morning light pierced the sky and Boone surveyed the landscape. Stifling a yawn, he stretched out his arms, gathered up his rifle and canteen, and exited the sniper's nest. As he stepped down the stairs of the dinosaur building he caught sight of Manny talking with Cliff in the courtyard. Locking eyes with the door of his room, Boone caught only a few words as he passed the two.

". . . says there's new visitor in town. Looks like a merc of some kind. . ." Cliff informed Manny in his brisk voice.

Manny looked Boone's way as he passed, but didn't try to stop him. He'd learned by now not to. The permanent scowl on Boone's face a warning sign to keep Manny away.

Slamming the door of his room shut, Boone rubbed his eyes and flicked on the radio.

"Caesar's Legion continues to fortify its position in Nelson, where it remains a constant concern for Camp Forlorn Hope and the nearby town of Novac."

Boone grabbed a mostly empty bottle of whiskey and polished off the rest in one go. It would help knock him out sooner. And the sooner the better. Most of the night had been spent in the same loop of thought. How he'd tracked down Carla after her kidnapping. The day she'd told him she was pregnant. The first time he'd ever seen her. The hilltop at Bitter Springs . . .

He closed his eyes and chucked the bottle into the trash, reaching for another on the shelf near to his bed. Cracking the seal he gulped down almost a quarter of it, before tilting the bottle away from himself to suck in a chest full of air.

"Tensions are brewing in Freeside between the ruling gang known as the Kings and the large number of NCR squatters seeking refuge there. Mojave, mo' problems. Am I right?" Mr. New Vegas laughed and Boone rolled his eyes, setting the whiskey bottle down on the nightstand and leaning over to unlace his boots. He realized suddenly that the radio announcer's voice was actually the one he'd heard the most in the past year. More than even any of the people in the town. Maybe besides No-Bark, when he would go on his midnight mind-benders, wandering around the town talking to himself.

God how pathetic. Boone lay back on his bed. What the fuck am I doing?

He didn't have to think about it long as he drifted into an abyss of sleep, hoping against hope that it would be an empty, dreamless sleep.

"Sorry kid. The game was rigged from the start."

BANG

Myina snapped awake. Her head spun momentarily. Regaining her senses, she let herself fall back on to the bed and groaned, rubbing her face.

Reliving the night she was shot was not a new thing for her. It had been worse back in Goodsprings, but was slowly fading. None-the-less, it still managed to wake her every damn morning in the worst possible way. Lt. Hayes had been jolted awake by her own sharp rousing the morning after they'd spent the night together. He'd tried to calm her at first, but quickly learned that Myina was not the type to let another person console her. She'd shrugged him off quickly with a joke, and then suggested a little sheet-play to cheer herself up. He'd, of course, happily obliged.

A small tweeling sound reached through to her as she squished her eyes shut against the morning light cutting through into the room. Relenting to ED-E, she sighed and looked up at him, hovering quietly over the bed.

"Good morning, sweet thing." She croaked out, yawning deeply. ED-E responded happily, doing a loop in the air. Myina giggled a little, then dragged herself out of bed. She spotted a radio on the bureau and turned the dial.

"Mojave, mo' problems. Am I right?" Mr. New Vegas' confident voice greeted her and she stretched her hands above her head, heading to the bathroom. Turning the rusted knobs on the bathtub, she sighed contentedly as water began to pour from the spout.

"You know, sometimes the journey beats the destination. Especially if your spurs go Jingle Jangle Jingle, and you meet some nice gals along the way." Myina tapped her foot along with the song as she soaked her aching muscles in the warm water, mulling over in her mind what she planned to do today. She'd ask around about Chesty, just in case he'd happened through here on his way to Boulder City and dropped some useful information. And, of course, she'd have to ask around about asshole in the checkered suit. It was possible he'd been spotted around here. It'd be hard to miss him if he had, she mused.

Letting herself take her time getting ready to face the desert outside, Myina planned her day in her head. She wasn't in any particular rush to head out, but she knew that she should really hit the road before noon. Chesty might not stick around Boulder City for long. She dried off, dressed, gulped down some Cram for breakfast (about the only food item in her pack,) and headed down to the office.

"Good morning!" Jeannie May chirped from behind the counter. Christ, had she moved at all? Myina walked toward her, planting as friendly a smile as she could muster on her face.

"Good morning. Say, I meant to ask you last night: I'm looking for a gentleman in a checkered coat. Have you seen anyone like that?"

Jeannie May nodded in instant recognition. "Well, he might've been wearing a fancy outfit but he wasn't any kind of gentleman to me," she replied sharply. "Had his nose stuck so high in the air, you couldn't see it above the clouds. City folk," she shook her head. "They always think they deserve better than what they got."

City folk, huh? She couldn't remember the last time she'd been to New Vegas.

Jeannie May continued on her rant. "Those hoodlums he was with seemed to know Manny for some reason. He's out daytime sniper, up in the dinosaur's mouth. You'll find him there now, if you want to ask him about it."

"Snipers?" Myina queried. She suddenly realized that for such a put-together town, she couldn't remember having seen any guards on her way in.

"Oh yes, we've got two young gentlemen snipers watching the road day and night, keeping the trash out of Novac. They've been a blessing."

"Mmmm. Any place to buy some stuff in town?"

"Go see Cliff Briscoe at the Dino Bite Gift Shop and tell him I sent you." She nodded in the direction of the dinosaur building. "I think he gets lonely standing around in that dino belly all day. He'll be glad for the company."

Myina nodded her thanks and headed out the door, going back to her room. She gathered up the items she wanted to sell and headed for the dino building. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. Trotting up the stairs, she paused briefly to look out over the desert. It really was quite beautiful, in a weird sort of way. There was so much death and anguish through most of it, but every once in awhile you'd come across a little "oasis", like Jeannie May called it. Novac seemed like a quiet and tight community. It reminded her vaguely of a home she'd always dreamed of.

She shook her head and pulled the door open. Dreams were not a productive use of her time right now.

The inside of the Dino Dee-Lite was much darker, and it took her eyes a moment to adjust. There were no windows in the tiny shop, but there was still more merchandise here than she'd seen in a long time. The store was neat and as clean as any other place had been. Novac was seeming oddly more and more appealing. A man behind the counter of the shop smiled hopefully at her.

"Welcome to the Dino Bite Gift Shop!" This must be Cliff Briscoe. "If you're here for the T-Rex figurines, you're just in time! We've got just a few left."

Myina cocked an eyebrow. "T-Rex figurines? Um, no, can't say that I am."

Cliff's face fell. "Darn it, no one ever buys the T-Rex's."

"Sorry. But, uh, do you have any guns? Supplies?"

Cliff sighed and began to pull out a few things. "Yeah, I suppose. What're you looking for?"

She sifted through his inventory, and pulled a stimpack and a radaway for purchase. Laying down all she had to sell. They went back and forth on the prices for a bit before they finally settled on a decent sum. Myina's eyes caught a gun that she had missed before.

"How about that one?" She pointed to it.

"That gun? Well, I guess I could part with it for, say, 5,000?" Cliff tried.

"Five?!" Myina exclaimed. "That's barely worth two. Come on. I'll give 1,500 for it."

He thought for a second. "2,500."

"1,700." Myina countered.

"2,200."

"1,800. Tops."

Cliff studied her for a minute. "2,000 and I'll throw in a box of 5.56's."

"Deal."

Myina smiled as she holstered the new gun. She definitely preferred having two side-arms. It was better to have a backup in case one jammed or she ran out of ammo in the heat of battle.

"The sniper named Manny is up there, ya?" she pointed to the stairs on her left.

"That he is. Just be sure to give a knock before you go through the door. He's not quite as guarded as Boone, but he is still a sniper on detail." Cliff explained.

Myina nodded and gathered the rest of her purchases, heading for the sniper nest. She knocked lightly on the door and was greet with a short "Yeah?" before she swung the door open and stepped out into the daylight.

A man with tan skin and dark hair, capped with a red beret, turned in her direction. Myina caught sight of the crest that adorned the beret and recognized it as the NCR First Recon shield. Made sense. She'd heard of their reputation, of course. There weren't many in the Mojave who hadn't. The good and the bad. But she couldn't say she'd ever met on in person.

Myina stuck out her hand. He accepted it hesitantly. "My name's Myina. I've just come into town, passing through for the moment. Was told you'd be the person to help me out."

"Manny Vargas. I work security detail here. Heard you were around. What is it you're looking for?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest and raised his chin slightly. She could tell he still hadn't made up his mind about her yet.

"I'm looking for a man in a checkered suit. Jeannie May said you knew him." Myina studied his face as she said this.

"Sure I know of him. What do you want with him?" Manny was neutral, but guarded. She couldn't blame him. If he knew him, she might feel bad about telling him she planned to blow the fucker's head off.

"He's got something of mine." It wasn't a lie; it just wasn't the whole truth.

Manny nodded. "You talking about the chip? Man, I don't think he'd giving it up. But hey, I can tell you where he was headed, but I need some help."

"Of course." Myina sighed and leaned against the wall of the dino's mouth. "What is it?"

Look, Novac? It's my home now. And I want that to be for good. I like it here and I've left too many homes behind." He looked genuinely concerned. "But the only resource we got here is junk. Without that, people wouldn't have anything to trade. They'd all have to leave."

"Okay?" Myina prompted him to continue.

"Well, they get most of it from that abandoned test site up the road. REPCONN. Recently, it got overrun by all these feral ghouls."

She sighed. "And you want me to take them out?"

Manny nodded. "If I'm not at my post, I'm getting rest. I've gotta watch the roads. The Legion is pushing too close and if they smell weakness, they'll barrel down on us. Boone and I are good, but we're not good enough to take on the Legion by ourselves."

Myina thought for moment. Feral ghouls. She shuddered. Why did it have to be ghouls? She rubbed her eyes. "Alright. Alright, fine. I'll take care of them." She could see the relief in Manny's eyes.

"Thanks. Look, I promise I'll tell you what I know, okay? Just clear that place out, come back here and the information is all yours. You see a rifle barrel sticking out of the dinosaur's mouth, you got a fifty-fifty shot it's me. Otherwise, it's Boone."

Myina nodded. "Okay. I guess I'll be back soon then." She headed for the door as Manny offered his thanks.

Chesty can wait, she supposed. It was unlikely that he'd be able to get very far in a few days so she could spare some time to clear out a building. But the question was, could she do it on her own? Sure she had ED-E, but he might not be enough to take down an entire building full of feral ghouls.

Stealth. That was the key. Always had been. And it would be the difference between her living and dying in this little mission. . .

A dry wind swept across the desert landscape, kicking some sand high into the sniper's nest where Craig Boone was perched, weary eyes on the road that headed east. His rifle was caught somewhere between resting and ready as he strained his ears in an attempt to identify the low rumbling that had started rolling over the mountains. It sounded vaguely mechanical, but he just couldn't think of what in the hell would make a sound like that.

He jerked the rifle higher as a large dust cloud rose behind the mountains, near to where the REPCONN test site was at. What the fu-

Suddenly, three large rockets came into view, climbing into the sky in a blinding haze of light and smoke. Two of the rockets shot straight, but the third seemed to limp a little and for a terrifying second, Boone saw its trajectory pointing directly toward the sleepy town of Novac. But it quickly righted itself, arcing toward the heavens. Even as he watched the rockets fade into the night sky, Boone could not seem to peel his eyes away, still tensed in a half crouch with his rifle almost to his face.

He wasn't sure what had just happened, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But he was for damn sure that whatever he had just witnessed, well, he wasn't going to be the same again.

"Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, if it ain't my good friend from Goodsprings!"

Myina nearly twisted her foot as she jumped backward, startled out of her wits. A securitron stood near the gates of Novac, jolting her out of her silent and exhausted reverie. The soft glow of it's screen, depicting a cowboy's face grinning toothily at her, seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. And she was too tired, and frankly too annoyed, to search her strained mind for anything that might yield some information on the thing.

It had been a long, long, two days. Turned out that REPCONN was not only the site of feral ghouls, but a clan of still human-minded ones too, and some mighty pissed off nightkin. Myina had exhausted her stock food, clean water, and nearly all of her medical supplies, not to mention her wits. Ugh, ghouls. She'd jury-rigged a kind of pack for ED-E so she could bring as much loot back to the town as possible in one go. When she had stepped into the night air, she'd had very little intention of ever returning to that place ever again. So Myina headed back to Novac, dragging herself through the weight of her pack and the through the grogginess of two days without sleep and the now dull ache of the injuries she'd sustained.

"Do I know you?" she snapped at the securitron.

"Oh my. I'm sorry, friend. It's me Victor!"

Victor. Of course. Doc Mitchell had said a robot by the name of Victor had been the one to pull her out of her shallow and all too early grave. She never had gone to see the robot. In truth, she had forgotten all about him since he never showed up in town again and no one else seemed to mention him. But now that she saw that cowboy face, vague images floated to the surface of her subconscious of the securitron and its cold claws pulling at her.

Myina sighed. "Victor. Hi. I'm sorry. It's just . . . been a long few days. Didn't recognize you. What're, um, what're you doing, uh, here?" she peered up at him through her blurried eyes.

"Don't rightly know. I just got the notion to make my way to New Vegas. Reckon I'll find out when I get there."

"Ah. Uh huh. Listen, Victor. It's late, and I need to handle something before I go to bed. I'm sorry to be rude, but can we talk tomorrow?"

"Well alrighty then! Be seein' you!"

Fuck, that robot is loud. Myina trudged into the courtyard and up to her room, stepping just inside. She released ED-E from the pack he carried and set her own next to it on the couch. Turning to the little robot, she heaved a heavy sigh.

"Alright. You stay here. I'll be right back. I'm just gonna go tell Manny the site's cleared and see if he's got a stimpack or two on him. I could use one while we wait for Cliff to open shop."

ED-E beeped in response. If Myina didn't know any better, she'd say he sounded just as tired as she felt. Maybe he needed to recharge his batteries. Did he even have batteries? How did he fuel himself? She shook her head as she crossed the courtyard and dragged herself up the steps to the dino's mouth.

"Manny, the ghouls are gone. Site's clear. Listen, I could really use-"

Myina suddenly found herself face-to-face with the barrel of a rifle. Her groggy brain could barely process it enough for her to be properly shocked anymore. She blinked at it, then slowly followed the metal up to the face behind it. He was taller than her and wore shades and a red beret like Manny's.

"Goddamit! Don't sneak up on me like that." The man's quiet, husky voice reminded her what Manny had said. Fifty-fifty it's him. Otherwise it's Boone. "What do you want?" the man pressed.

She shook her head and lifted a hand to the rifle, gently pushing it out of her face. The man, Boone, didn't protest, but he also didn't lower it just yet either. "I was just looking for Manny. You expecting someone?" Myina replied irritatedly.

He was quiet. Then he lowered his rifle and stood straighter. "Yeah. I guess maybe I am. But not like you." Myina could see his eyes sweep her from under his dark sunglasses. He scoffed. "Huh. Maybe it should've been you I was expecting all along. . . Why are you here?" he asked sharply.

She sighed. I'm really not in the mood for this shit. "Hey, if you're looking for someone in particular I could tip you off if I see them." She responded sarcastically.

Boone snarled. "Yeah, well, if you see anybody wearing Legion crimson or a lot of sports equipment, you just let me know." He narrowed his eyes at her. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Do you treat everyone around here like this?" When he didn't respond, she rolled her eyes. "Look, whatever. I'm just gonna go." Myina went to leave, but Boone suddenly stopped her.

"Wait." she turned on her heel to face him, not saying anything. He hesitated, then took in a deep breath. "You just got into town, right? Maybe you shouldn't go. Not just yet."

"So now you want me to stay?" Myina raised her eyebrows, her irritation growing.

"I need someone I can trust. You're a stranger. That's a start."

Her brain yelling at her for sleep, and her arm screaming louder for a stimpack. Myina couldn't help but let her frustration get the best of her. "You only trust strangers?"

Boone's face twitched. "I said it was start." he snapped.

She nodded, debating whether or not she should just walk out the door. Cliff had warned her Boone was a mite twitchy, but neither he nor Manny had said anything about him being such an asshole. Myina crossed her arms and looked at him pointedly. He seemed to take the hint.

"Nobody in this town looks me straight in the eye anymore." It sounded . . . sad. Regretful. Myina sighed and uncrossed her arms.

Trying again, she cleared her voice. "What do you want me to do?"

He looked out over the wasteland. "I want you to find something out for me. I don't know if there's anything to find, but I need someone to try." He turned back to her, and when she nodded, he continued. "My wife was taken from our home by Legion slavers one night while I was on watch. They knew when to come, and what route to take, and they only took Carla. Someone set it up. I don't know who."

Another wasteland sorrow. Not the first time she'd heard a story like this one. She was sure it wasn't going to be the last. "You're trying to track down your wife?"

"My wife's dead." He responded quickly. "I want the son of a bitch who sold her."

Boone's cold hard expression should have told Myina not to ask the question that came immediately to mind. But her brain was fried and she asked it anyway. "How do you know your wife is dead?"

"I just know, alright? And that's all you need to know."

Myina nodded. "Fine. Alright. What do I do if I find this person?"

Boone nodded to a hill just in front of Dinky. "Bring him out in front of the nest while I'm on duty. I work nights. I'll give you my NCR beret to put on. It'll be our signal, so I know you're standing with him. And I'll take care of the rest. I need to do this myself."

She stared at him long and hard. Finally, and simply, she nodded.

Boone removed his beret and handed it over. "Good. I'll make it worth your while. And one more thing. We shouldn't speak again. Not until this is over. No one in town knows that I know what happened to my they never know. Or the Legion will be after me next."

Again, Myina nodded, reaching for the beret. "I'll see what I can do." Boone nodded back and turned toward the horizon, apparently done with her now. She looked at the back of his head for a moment then turned and walked back down the stairs of Dinky. She mulled over in her tired mind what had just gone down. She didn't want to take time away from her job to hunt down Chesty, nor was she too keen on letting checkered-jacket-jackass get too much farther ahead of her. But she couldn't deny that down there somewhere, she was kind of a softy. She'd have to speak with Manny in the morning and decide what to do from there.