*Barry The Weasel walks down a long winding dirt road.The Michigan state correctional facility slowly fading in the distance. At the end of the road was a 1931 Buick with a man leaning against it. Once barry walked closer the man said.*

"Hey are you The weasel, Barry the weasel?"

*Barry set down his bag and replied.*

"Who wants to know?"

*The man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a hand written note...*

*A few of my associates and I have been given the nod to set up a base of operating in Las Vegas and we are looking for some bright young associates to help get business booming again in LV.The note was signed,Zeitgeist.*

*Barry read the note with a smile on his face he looked up to the man and said...*

"I always wanted to visit Sin City. When do we leave."

*The man opens the door and gestures Barry to get in.*

    *10 Years in the joint can change a man... Well mabye not that much.*