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He pinged Theo as the hover landed, jumped out before it was fully settled and headed for the door, stopped just in time to avoid walking into it when it didn't open. He pinged Theo again, then sent him a quick message letting him know he was at the door.

No reply and no door opening.

The house confirmed that Theo was there, but by default it didn't provide any more details. Privacy and all that.

He accessed the sensors. Theo was in the living room. His heartbeat and breathing were normal, relaxed. Maybe he was asleep? Then why wasn't Cass answering for him?

He almost overrode the door's control, but reminded himself this was Theo, who was already annoyed at him for all the sexual advances. Barging in might put him in a bad mood and that was the last thing he wanted after giving him his space for a while.

He messaged him again with the same result. He could access the house's voice system. But if he did that Theo might think he could access the other systems and spy on him.

At a loss for what else to do, he banged a fist on the door. "Theo? It's Tuck, are you okay?" He raised his fist to bang it again, but he saw him stand. He disconnected from the sensors and waited.

The door opened a minute later to reveal a disheveled tiger looking at him with blearily.

"Did I wake you?"

"Do I look like I've been sleeping?" Theo replied with an edge to his voice. "What do you want?"

"Can I come in?"

"If I say no will you leave me alone?"

Tucker grinned. Theo didn't look like someone who should be left alone.

Theo sighed and stepped out of the way.

"Do you mind if I make you a coffee?" Tucker headed for the kitchen. "You look like you could use one."

"What do you want Tuck?" The sharpness in the tone made Tucker stop and turn.

Tucker's wisecrack died on his lips as he looked the other tiger over. He fought the urge to access the house's records to find out if there had been a party here. He knew Theo hadn't been out for two days now.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" he asked.

Theo made a visible effort to give a civil answer. "No."

Tucker clamped his muzzle shut on the reflexive reply about offering to help him sleep. This wasn't a time for the impulsive, smart aleck, Tucker. As difficult as it might be he needed to be the understanding brother.

"Do you mind if I make myself a coffee?"

Theo clenched a fist, then relaxed it with a breath. "Go ahead."

"Do you want one? You look like you could use it." Tucker was amazed at how hard it was to keep himself from smirking. And the frown on Theo might indicate he hadn't completely succeeded. Fuck he was out of practice with being serious at home.

Theo rubbed his face. "Yeah, thanks. Yeah, I could use one."

He told the drink dispenser to make them, adding a stimulant boost to Theo's cup, as he walked to the counter. He grinned as he imagined Theo suddenly full of energy and bouncing all over the place.

No, no, no. He canceled the order. Serious Tucker, remember? Oh he hoped this wasn't going to take too long, he didn't think he could keep this up.

He brought the cups to the table where Theo sat. Tucker's coffee was black with four sugar, Theo's only had one cream in it and just the natural caffeine that was in coffee.

He gave Theo two long swallow of coffee to volunteer the information. When he didn't Tucker reminded himself he was the caring brother right now, set aside all the snarky way he could voice the question and asked.

"So, how come you didn't sleep?"

"Where's the snark?"

Tucker grinned. "In a box somewhere, bitching I'm not letting it out."

That earned him a small smile.

"Cass is having an existential crisis."

Tucker's ears pointed forward. "AIs can have that?"

"Hasn't Uncle ever had one?" was that anger? Resentment in the tone?

"If he did, it was way before my time. Don't tell him I said that, but he's an old geezer. I mean ancient." Another small smile. "What's wrong Cass?"

Theo raised an eyebrow.

"What? I figured you don't feel like acting as intermediary for the interminable questions I'm going to ask. You know I'm not leaving this alone. That goes for you too Cass, so speak up. Is this because you can't do the spy stuff anymore?"

Theo shook his head. "It's related, but that's not it."

"He really isn't talking? Or is he just not talking to me?"

"He's in a funk. He's been complaining for two days now and of course now that someone other than me wants to listen, he clams up."

Tucker was surprised at the bitterness in the voice. He'd gotten the feeling over the weeks that these two were the best of friends, not just co-workers.

"How about it, Cass?" Tucker said. "Give Theo a break and talk to me."

"Like you give a damn about me," came the bitter reply.

Tucker grinned. "There you are, and I do care. Not in the 'I want to get in your pants' kind of way, but you're a friend of Theo's so I'd like to think that I'm a friend of yours by association."

"Look, you don't care, and even if you did, you can't do a damn thing about it. Leave me alone."

Tucker raised an eyebrow. Theo shrugged.

"Cass," Tucker went for the as genuine a caring tone as he could. "You can't know if I'll be able to help until you tell me what's wrong."

"Fine. I have three movies no one's ever going to see."

"Movies?" Tucker asked, trying to understand how those could cause Cass to be depressed.

"Cass makes movies as a hobby," Theo said, standing. "Can you tell it to make me another coffee? Cass isn't feeling up to doing it."

Tucker sent the order. "I hadn't realized AIs would have hobbies. I never thought about it. I guess Uncle has them too. But he shows them to you, right?"

"He doesn't count," Cass commented bitterly.

"Ouch, that's got to sting." Even in his most flippant, or angriest, Tucker would never say that about a friend.

"Not really." Theo sat down a steaming cup in hand. "I'm sort of the beta audience. So I've seen movies he never even intended to publish."

"He publishes the movies? How can he do that?"

"What?" Cass snapped. "AI's don't have rights down here?" Tucker thought he heard grumbling after that.

"No, I mean you two are spies."

"Were," Cass said bitterly.

"Fine, so wouldn't that make putting your movies out there kind of difficult?"

They both waited. When Cass remained silent Theo took over.

"There's a system in place. I don't know the details, so don't bother asking. But Cass would transmit the finished movies somewhere, it would go through a bunch of intermediaries to give it a legitimate provenance." He shrugged at Tucker's quizzical expression. "Again, not my thing. But eventually it would reach a publisher and hit the general markets."

"And he's published some?"

"Some?" Cass asked, dismay in his voice. "What? Top of everything you--"

"Cass that's enough."

"He--"

"I said enough. As hard as it is to believe, I think Tucker is actually looking to help here. So let's leave the snark out of it." Theo smiled. "Anyway that's his department, not yours."

Cass sighed. "I am not apologizing."

"That's okay," Tucker said. "I'm not in the habit of doing that myself. Out of curiosity, if all this works goes into hiding where the movies come from, how do you get paid?"

"I don't. I don't need to, I'm an AI."

Tucker opened his mouth then noticed Theo's thoughtful expression and waited.

"The money goes to help fund the organization I worked for."

Tucker nodded. Theo probably hadn't meant to give details about the organization, but it wasn't much of a stretch. "So, you aren't the only one it with an AI."

Theo's raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a complete idiot." Tucker grinned. "No matter how successful a movie is, it can't bring in the kind of money needed. Yes, I do have an inkling of an idea as to how expensive it is to run a spy network. So I'm guessing that every one of the AI that works in it, like Cass does, makes something as a hobby and that's also distributed to the mass market. It's pretty clever."

Theo looked at Tucker suspiciously.

"Felix, he's one of Grandpa's brothers, is in charge of ours. He's really proud of it and loves to talk about everything involved. Money's a big part of it."

Theo nodded and relaxed. "Yeah. But now that we've been cut from the network because my face was plastered all over Mars by the Anarchists, Cass can't send his movies out anymore."

"It wasn't because you were captured?"

Theo shook his head. "The moment they used my face I was done as a spy. If I'd been really lucky, I might have been able to make it back home, retire to a quiet life of dancing, sex and sculpting, but I never counted on it."

Tucker filed the sculpting part for a later discussion.

"Being captured," Theo continued, "and having to come up with plans to get out of that, then dealing with Uncle and trying to escape your custody." Theo raised a hand to silence Tucker's protest. "Come on Tucker, what else was it? You were always following me around."

"That was me trying to have sex with you," he answered honestly. "But I can see how you thought otherwise. You were a spy so I guess everything has to have hidden meanings." He indicated Theo's empty cup. "You want another one?"

"Yeah, thanks. I don't want to fall asleep until tonight."

"Want me to add a stimulant to it?"

"Yeah, a mild one would be good. I didn't know you could do that."

"It isn't a standard feature, but we have to work too, even when we spend the nights fucking, so we've all learned to appreciate a good stimulant." He returned with the cups and sat. "So, you were busy trying to plan for your escape from my ever subtle sexual advances. I'm guessing knowing your parents were coming is part of the problem?"

"Not really. They just became part of the plans Cass and I are making. At that point it was mostly him. I'm not going to force my parents to go on the run, but one of the thing Cass excels at is making plans. No the problem has been these last few weeks here, with free reign of the islands. It's been keeping me busy--"

"But not me," Cass finished. "It gave me ample time to finish the movies and edit them. I always wait until I have a few of them before sending them in. Theo gave me his thought of the last one, and I finished the tweaking a couple of days ago and went to send them in..."

"And you remembered you couldn't." Tucker bit his lower lips. "That must have hit hard."

"I've been a wreck about it," Cass admitted.

Tucker tried to find a way to ask what he wanted to without coming across as insensitive, and all he did was cause an uncomfortable silence, so he just did the best he could. "Alright, but what's the big deal?"

Cass sighed. "I knew you wouldn't get it."

Theo opened his mouth but Tucker shook his head.

"You're right, I don't understand, you can still make movies, that hasn't been taken away from you. So something else is the problem."

"What's the point of making a movie if no one is ever going to see it? Yes, I love making them but I still want people to enjoy them."

"Oh." Tucker get it now. And "Oh!" as he got what the problem actually was and started coming up with ways to help, but first. "So, are any of your movies popular? Anything I might have heard about?" He couldn't recall ever hearing of Cass as someone linked to movies, but it wasn't like he was a big movie watcher.

Theo chuckled. "Cass makes male to male porn. I'm sure you've heard of a few of them."

"Give me titles."

"Doctor Manhattan Love Connection, Love on high, The Good Father, Water Heat, All it--"

"Wait. The Good Father is one of yours?"

"Yes, you've seen it?"

"Are you kidding? I love the movies in the Good Family franchise. Grandpa's the big fan of Porn but when that one came out we made it a family thing, as per the theme. I mean father and sons, what's more Orr than that? That was a fun night." Tucker groped himself at the memory. Then a thought occurred to him and a quick check in the library archive confirmed it. "But that's a Cassius Gold movie not--" he groaned. "Cassius, Cass. I am an idiot not to have seen it before."

"Just to be clear, I didn't pick the name," Cass said.

Tucker smiled. "Do you have any idea how popular Cassius Gold movies are around here?"

"I might have checked the ratings a time or two over the years," Cass admitted.

"He checks it every few months," Theo said.

Tucker grinned. "Okay, I have it. Give me a bit, I need to do something." He entered his lobby before Theo or Cass could reply and set it full private.

He stood in front of all the virtual screens. "Okay, where to start. A venue." He accessed the business section of the corporation and got a notification that access to it was only for authorized personnel. He waved it aside. He was an Orr, what did he care what its restrictions were.

He requested the list of theaters and got thousands of returns. Okay, he didn't want to disrupt someone's business so had the list ordered by revenue and went to the bottom. He figured the lower the revenue the less of a disruption he'd caused, and this might help give them the boost they need to get back up to full profitability.

He accessed the "Everything Theater" and looked over the stats. It was large enough, able to host close to four hundred people. He brought up the camera and immediately shut it down. The place was filthy, no wonder they weren't making any money.

The next three ones were much the same. He moved to the middle of the list and there he had to deal with theaters that while not packed were still busy. How was he supposed to find a theater that people would want to go to, but wasn't already hosting performances?

How did Trev do his searches? Tucker was already getting a headache, and he'd barely started.

'Need help with something? Tyson.'

Tucker sighed. Instead of replying he opened a connection, made it a screen instead of giving his brother full access and waited. He tapped another option and closed it in disgust.

"Of course you'd know," Tucker said when his brother accepted the connection.

"You brute force your way into my department, you should expect I'll be informed. What are you looking for? This can't be because you're bored."

Tucker snorted. "I'm looking for a place I can host a party."

"I stand corrected, you are bored. What criteria are you looking for? The way you're going at it you'll still be here next century."

Tucker faced the screen. "Before we continue, you need to know I'm doing this for Theo."

"Still trying to get in his pants? I don't see the appeal."

Tucker just smiled and let his brother reach his own conclusion, that was always easier than trying to nudge them in the direction he needed, especially with his family.

"I just need to know if the offer to help still stands, considering you don't like Theo."

Tyson shrugged. "I don't care about him one way or another. And Dad made sure I knew he considers him family so yes, I'll help."

"Good. I need a venue I'm not going to disrupt by taking over it."

"When?"

"Now."

Tyson tilted an ear. "You ever heard of scheduling things ahead of time?"

Tucker thought about it. "I think I've heard it mentioned a time or two. Never saw the point myself. I know what I want now, not what I'll want tomorrow or the day after."

"How you managed to succeed at anything is beyond me Bro."

"A lot of hard work and perseverance."

"I want to say hard cock and stamina, but I have seen your scores, and those tests are administered by the computer and I know you haven't figured out how to fuck those yet."

"And how do you know that?"

"For one thing, the day you manage it you'll be bragging about it to every news outlet we have contracts with."

"Point." Tucker grinned.

"And Uncle wouldn't let you go for at least a year, because if you can fuck a computer, you can definitely fuck him."

"Done that already."

Tyson rolled his eyes. "We've all fucked him in our lobbies, but what was his response?"

"He understands the appeal we have with it, but doesn't see why he should have to do it too."

"Right. He doesn't have a frame of reference for it so it holds no appeal. Have you given his new body a try?"

Tucker shuddered. "That thing gives me the creep. It's real looking and feeling enough, but it's just not him. It's an imitation at best. So, no I haven't."

"Notice he hasn't asked anyone to have sex with him piloting it either? I don't think he cares for it himself. I think it was more of an experiment, to see if a fully functional artificial body could be built for him to manipulate. Okay, I have one for you."

"Send."

A new screen appeared. The Allegorium. The camera feed showed a clean room, the information indicated a capacity of five hundred, full bar and food prep available. No showing on the schedule.

"Okay, what's the catch? Everything looks good, so why aren't they booked?"

"Best I can figure the owner is being blocked. Two new theater opened up in Denveraura not so close to him as to be suspicious, and owned by different people, but anytime someone looks to put on a show he gets underbid by one of them. They opened up while he closed for renovations and looks like they're intent on keeping him from picking up any business."

"That can't be legal."

"I'm not seeing any overt indication of collusion. From the outside it just looks like he's having a run of bad luck."

"But your gut's saying something else."

"My gut's saying it's time for me to go eat something. My business instincts are telling me that someone is being careful not to trip any of the flags."

"Okay, you can still do something right? I mean you know as much as you can they're colluding to bring it under. That's illegal."

"I can't legally do anything until the systems sends up a flag or the owner of the Allegorium lodges a complaint."

"Why hasn't he? Or is the owner a woman?"

"A man. And I'm guessing he hasn't for the same reasons I can't legally intervene. He can't find any evidence the law is being broken."

"Fine. So fuck legal. That's unfair. There has to be something you can do."

Tyson smiled. "Well, as it so happens, I'm thinking that if someone sort of famous were to have a party there. Something big, that no one really saw coming, so didn't give any competitor time to even try to underbid the Allegorium..."

Tucker grinned. "So they wouldn't even know I'm not going to haggle with him on price. The money if nothing else could be just the boosts he needs. Thanks, I knew there was a reason you were my favorite brother." He dismissed the screen on Tyson's surprised expression. And contacted the Allegorium.

"Welcome to the Allegorium," the digital gorilla said, "your first choice in venue to host an entertainment event. Now featuring actual vid and sound projection systems so you can entertain even your Independent friends or clients. We are--"

"Look, I'm not interested in the pitch, just put me in contact with someone I can book the place with."

The program froze as it went through its decision tree. "Just one moment please."

"Thank you."

A brown and black ermine appeared before him and looked him up and down before smiling. "Hello. I'm Hubert Hale, how can I help you."

He wore a sharp black suit with a white shirt and a bow tie. Very dapper, Tucker thought. "First off, can you make decisions, or do I need to go up the chain to make things happen? No offense, but I'm not interested in talking with a booking program, no matter how real and sexy he looks."

"I'm the owner of the Allegorium. I handle all call myself. That's the kind of service I aim for."

Easy to do when you have no business, Tucker thought, but he still appreciated that he ermine behaved as if everything was going well.

"I'm looking to book your place. Full thing, for a party; open bar and food. I'll provide the lube."

The ermine's eyes lit up and Tucker could see him calculating. "Of course, when would that be for?"

Tucker thought about it, he still had a few things to do, and convincing Cass might take a bit. "Say two hours?"

"To--Today?"

"Yeah, and for the rest of the day, probably the night too. Make it all of tomorrow too, just in case."

"Yes, of course, that's." The ermine took a breath and Tucker saw some of his enthusiasm diminish. Working out how low of a profit he could take to ensure he didn't scare him away. "That isn't going to be--"

"Money isn't a problem." Tucker let his connection identify him. His family was set for private by default to avoid being tagged and then spammed to the point they couldn't function. Most people did the same he'd been told.

Hubert's eyes grew wide again, in surprise this time. He did something on the side. Tucker expected he was having the connection traced. It would end at the corporation node, and he'd have to send a request for further confirmation. It was a measure put in place to keep people from pretending to be one of them. Trevor told him it could be done, which he had to know, since his brother had himself set up to be someone who wasn't an Orr so he could work in peace.

"Mister Orr, it's an honor."

"It's Tucker, better yet, Tuck. So just send the bill to the corporation, someone there will take care of it."

"Of course. You said two hours?"

"Thereabouts. People might start showing up before that once I let the news know about it."

"You are opening it to the public?"

Tucker grinned. "Oh yeah, there's no way I'm closing this off to anyone. So you might need to put someone at the doors to make sure you don't break occupancy limits."

"Sir,"

"Tuck."

The casualness of the conversation was throwing the ermine off.

"Mister Tucker," seemed that was a casual as Hubert would get. "Do you understand that having you here, hosting a public party. There's no way I can keep it from spilling out on the streets. I'm in a traffic zone, hovers come and go."

"I'm afraid that's something you'll have to set up yourself, bill me for it."

"I--bill you?"

"Sure, unless you're telling me that because you think I should find a different venue, you'll have to handle it, but I'll pay." Tucker wasn't going to do all the work for this. Mainly because it would mean talking to Eddy, and he'd have to explain to his uncle why he needed a neighborhood closed off and then he'd have to listen to him complaining about all the disruption it would cause. Eddy was no fun at all in times like this.

"So, unless there's something else you need me to add, I have to keep getting this thing ready." Tucker looked at the ermine expectantly. Hubert just shook his head, still looking shocked.

Tucker ended the connection and opened one with supplies.

"Supplies," a distracted giraffe said. "What can I do for you," she glanced at him, which on her side would include his identifier since this was within the company. "Mi--Tucker" she caught herself.

Tucker smiled, happy that the memo had made the rounds. He had purposely gone overboard the last time someone within the corporation had called him 'Mister'. Tucker wasn't the head of anything in there and he wouldn't be treated as if he was. Even on the day when he wouldn't have a choice but to take charge of a department.

"Hey, Milicent. I need you to send five, no make it a thousand, lube rags to the Allegorium in Denveraura."

She stared at him. "Is this a joke Mi--Tucker?"

Tucker almost launched in his 'would I ever?' routine, realized this was actually something he'd do as a joke and tried to be more serious about it. "No. I'm setting up a public party for a friend. So I'm going to need that delivered within an hour and a half."

"Are you serious?"

"Already said I was." He couldn't keep from grinning. He did love throwing people off like this.

"That's going to--"

"Sure, whatever. Just get it done, okay? And let them know when to expect the delivery."

"Yes," the stunned giraffe replied, "I'll see to it Mister Orr."

He decided to let that one pass, he'd kind of asked for it. Next he brought up the list of news networks under contract and called one at random.

"You've reach Amanda's message--"

He disconnected. "If you're too busy to talk to me, I'm not dealing with you."

He called another one.

"Mister Argoyle's assistant how can I help you?"

Tucker checked the entry for the news channel. They were supposed to have direct contact with the personnel; none of that going through multiple people crap. The entry did indicate the number went directly to Joshua Argoyle.

"I think the system glitched. I was supposed to be put in direct contact with him."

"Oh no, it's no glitch. Mister Argoyle is too important now, so he has all his calls redirected to me so I can screen them."

Tucker looked at her. "He's too important to take my call?"

"Of course, he can't have just anyone talk to him?"

Tucker was stunned, then he felt something raise he didn't feel often, at least not outside his house, anger. He clamped down on it.

"Alright, let Mister Argoyle know that his networks' contract with the Orrs is going to be looked over." He dismissed the screen on her panicked face. He took the entry in the list and sent it up the chain all the way to Terry. Not his department, but his brother could redirect it where it needed to go. Tucker was too pissed to trust himself with what he'd say. His order to have the contract looked at would be enough to get the process started. Maybe it would be enough for Argoyle to adjust his attitude, if not the network would find someone different as a contact.

Tucker could take being dismissed by people he hit on. He didn't care one bit what other thought of him when he was just another guy out there making an ass of himself. But when he was in business mode and contacting someone who was under contract with them, he wasn't going to put up with it.

He gave himself two minutes to calm down, then contacted three more networks, only to hit message centers. What was going on? Was this a busy news day or something?

On the fourth one he got a disheveled dog rottie he thought. She raised a finger as he opened his mouth

"Give me a minute."

He almost waved the screen away. He was really getting tired with being dismissed by people who technically worked for him. But before he started the gesture, she focused on him.

"Sorry, Mister Orr. It's busy here. That Independent terrorist who almost took down Mars was sighted on the Philipian archipelagos. It's like any time someone sees him since his escape the world is about to end." She took a breath. "Do you have a comment about him?"

"Sorry, Denise. I'm not authorized to comment on anything corporate related." Tucker had memorized the phrase when he was twelve as a way of shutting down any questions he didn't want to answer. The shit storm he'd had to live with for a month because he'd made one offhand remark about SolGov. He was never apologizing to those assholes again.

She smiled. "Of course, still had to ask. How can I help you?"

"Actually. I can help your station's rating by giving you a quick interview, if you can promise me it's going to go out immediately, in spite of the world ending."

"Immediately is impossible, even for you. I have to run it through edits and that's five minutes."

Tucker grinned. "Five minutes qualifies as immediate for me today considering how hard it was to find someone able to talk to me. I hate end of the world things."

"We tend to love them. Do you want a studio setting for the interview?"

"No, let's do this as is. Off the cuff thing."

"Can I get an idea what it's about?"

"A party I'm organizing."

She raised an eyebrow. "Alright." Her image changed insomuch as she looked more professional and not like she'd run a marathon through a high wind. "We have just been contacted by Mister Tucker Orr. And as anyone within the territory knows, Tucker is something of his family's wild boy, so like you, we're curious as to the nature of the call. Tucker, what do you have to tell us?"

"Thanks Denise, a friend of mine's been having a bit of a tough time lately. So I'm throwing him a party."

"What kind of party is it going to be?"

Tucker grinned. "Come on, Denise, what kind of party do any of the Orrs throw? It's going to be an orgy."

She smiled. "And you're calling us about it why?"

"Because I'm opening it to the public. It's taking place at the Allegorium in Denveraura. I'm going to head there the moment we finish the interview."

"Will anyone else in your family be there?"

"Not officially. They won't even know I'm doing this until they see the news, so I have no idea if any of them will show up."

"Then I won't keep you too long, but is there anything you can tell us about your friend?"

Tucker hadn't thought in that direction. Of course he'd have to say something, especially if he wanted the right kind of guys to show up.

"His name is Cassius Gold. He--"

"The Cassius Gold? You know the reclusive movie maker?"

Tucker smiled. "I do."

"Is he going to be there?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, he will know about it and I'm hoping it will help raise his spirits."

"This is an Orr party, I expect it will raise at least one part of his anatomy."

"What can I say. I know how to get cocks up."

"Is the party male exclusives?"

"No way. I know plenty of women enjoy his movies, so they are welcome to join in. Like I said, it's a public party. The only restriction is a bad mood. If you can have one of those at a party like this, I definitely don't want you there."

"Well, you've heard it here exclusively. Tucker Orr is throwing a party in honor of Cassius Gold, and he's making it a public affair. Any last word?"

Tucker grinned. "It's going to be a fucking good time."

"And it's saved." She was back to looking disheveled. "I'm going to add an intro and outro, network ID and all that. As well as some background on Cassius. Is there any chance he'd be willing to give an interview?"

"I can pass along the message, but I doubt it."

"Oh I forgot to ask. When is the party ending?"

"I paid for the venue until tomorrow night. I don't expect to be there past tonight, but I want everyone to have a chance to enjoy themselves. I'm pretty sure that if it's still going on, the venue owner will be happy to extend the rental."

"I'll just say that it's going on until tomorrow night. I don't want to force the owner into anything he hasn't previously agree to."

"Smart. I'm going to call it done and get going. You going to be there?"

"No choice. With this scoop you've given me I have to cover it. Hopefully I'll find the time to enjoy someone there too."

Tucker ended the call and left his lobby.