Bab 167: Liboo's Pen

*Whooshhh* "Fellas. Out of all the places we can run into each other… Why in the middle of nowhere?" Tayaw chuckles as the warm December desert blows by them carrying dust and sand.

Gary and his group also start giggling at the oddity of the situation. 

"Nice to see you again, kid. Looks like you're free?" Gary asks.

"Yeah. Nice to see you too, but let's get out of here. I need a shower. The sand got in my clothes. Let's meet again in an hour or so?" Tayaw says, pointing at his dusty, sandy, self.

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Tayaw is now back in Vegas, and is busy inside his hotel room with his luggage.

He just changed into his street clothes after taking a cold shower, now feeling fresh after washing off his grime and dust. As he folds his camouflage jumpsuit to put it away, he feels an object in the jumpsuit's pocket.