"What the hell?!" Spencer said as he jumped back from the people.

"Ben, Johanna, Diana?! What're you guys doing in Vegas?!" Enrique said.

Ben, Johanna, and Diana were the last three members to the childhood band Spencer and Enrique got their headstarts from, the Jackson Friends.

Their band name carried on. The Jackson Friends was the name of Michael's family band, then he gave it to Spencer. Spencer gave Carson's band the name. It's been sort of a family heirloom. Spencer still carried on with their band. He was solo and band.

Ben was a normal-looking guy. Black hair, blue eyes, and regular build. He was from Vegas like Spencer and Enrique.

Johanna was tall, 6'4. Blonde hair, green eyes, and a native-born Texan. She has a strong Texan accent and moved to Vegas when she was 5.

Diana was from New York, but moved to Vegas when she was still a baby. She was African American, has short black hair and brown eyes. She met Enrique when she was 6, and began a relationship when they were 16. They were still dating.

"Guys..." Ben said, out of breath. "DeSalvo...minions...poker house...counting cards...huge rumble...chase...ran here..."

"DeSalvo was counting cards at the poker house and picked a huge fight with you, so you ran here?!" Spencer said. Enrique looked at him, bewildered. He couldn't understand what Ben was saying, and he made up his own language.

"I think they know we're here! I still smelled bad cologne before we ran into the building." Diana said, not as out of breath as Ben.

"Well, I'm not sure about that. It could've been bad Italian cologne, or it might have been old man cologne, who knows?" Spencer offered. He walked to the window and pulled up the shades. He looked out the window at the entrance to see if DeSalvo was there. All there was were men in suits and ties.

Spencer sighed in relief. "It's alright guys. No one except sell-outs."

Everyone sighed in relief. The three new arrivals then noticed the vintage Coleco sitting on the desk. Like Spencer and Enrique, they laughed.

"Bro, how old is your dad?! He does know we have Apple now?!" Johanna said.

Spencer shook his head. "This menso's really old. I could do the mental math, but I really don't care anymore."

After a minute, their laughs subsided, leaving them with a problem; for the first time in their awesome lives, the Jackson Friends were bored.

"Hey, wanna go see if we can stir up some trouble?" Ben said. Everyone agreed, so they all went and explored the law firm.

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"Whoa! Spencer, there's violins, violas, and basses here!" Enrique shouted back to Spencer across the main office.

"What?!" Spencer said, reappearing at once from the evidence room. "No way, this place has no class whatsoever!"

"Dude, he's telling the truth! I see two basses, three violins and one viola!" Ben shouted to Spencer, already inspecting the instruments with his hands pulled inside of his sleeves. He was afraid it was evidence and would contaminate it.

"Ben, it's alright. It's clean." Enrique said, reading the tags attached to each instrument. "They're only here because there was a shipping problem, so they can't send them until next week."

"Oh. Okay." Ben said. He put down the viola and pulled out his hands from his jacket sleeves.

Ben has always been very cautious, especially after he was sent to juvie for crimes he didn't commit. When he was 10, he was accused of breaking and entering a diner and stealing the cash. He was found guilty and sent to juvie for two years. Later, they found out it was a kid with a grudge against Ben, so he made himself look like him, then did the crime himself. Unfortunately, he had already died from a shootout, so he wasn't brought up against the charges. Ben was let go a year and a half into his sentence with a full apology and $10,000, but it didn't make up for what Ben suffered. He never talked about it with anyone except the band. They helped him move on after he was released. He's always been thankful to them for that.

Spencer, Johanna, and Diana now entered the main office where Enrique and Ben were. "Whew. How much you think this costs?" Diana asked Spencer.

"I'd say $10,000 on the legal market, $5,000 on the black market." Spencer estimated from looking at the instruments. "That is, if they play. If they're just for show, the price will go down significantly."

"Well, there's only one way to know, is there?" Ben said evilly in a jokingly way. He sat down in a chair and took one of the basses in his hand, the bow in the other. "Come on, me against Spencer, who objects?"

Everyone looked at Spencer.

Spencer smiled and shrugged. "It's only logical..."