Lonegunmen "Direct Deposit" Langly had his hair tied back in a respectable ponytail and was dressed uncomfortably in a two-piece suit. Byers had loaned the 32-year-old one of his. Frohike, unfortunately, couldn't fit in any of Byers suites, being short and somewhat dumpy in comparison to the tall and slender younger man and had to go with one of his more unremarkable vests and suspenders. Byers with newly trimmed beard, was dressed even more primly than usual. "I feel like an idiot." Langly growled. Byers with serious eyes piercing his tall friend, said, "We need to look the part. You look fine. No one would believe whom we say we are if you go in there looking like one of their teenage sons." Langly stuck his tongue out at Byers and adjusted his coat for the hundredth time. Once they were at the museum, they came up to the front desk with Byers in the lead, followed by Frohike and Langly. The woman behind the old, wooden desk looked up from what she was reading upon their approach. "Can I help you?" She asked. Byers said helpfully, "We're here to see the curator. We have an appointment." Her eyebrow raised up, as she looked them over, "I see, and you are?" "Klein, Schubert, and Strauss Insurance Incorporated." Frohike blurted. "One moment." She looked on the computer screen, typed something then frowned and looked at them. "Okay. Go down the hall, Mr. Dolton's office is second door on your right." Once they were walking down the lonely hall and out of the woman's hearing range, Langly whispered, "I'm not going to be named after some kind of ice cream." Frohike muttered exasperatedly at him, "Schubert is not sherbet, you dolt." "Quiet, you guys. Now remember to call me Klein." Byers replied as they reached Mr. Dolton's door. He knocked and was able to hear a muffled "Come in." from within the room. Byers obediently opened the door and the three of the Lone Gunmen sauntered into the room, trying to look important and official. A man in a stuffy suit who was not much younger than Frohike was placing leather bound book back onto a built in bookshelf behind his desk at the back of the small room. There was no window and all of the mahogany paneling seemed to suck the light out of the room. Mr. Dolton had still managed to have a full head of hair, though his eyesight was not as it once was in his youth. His bifocals gave him the look of a wizened professor at some astute Ivey League University. His jowls hung a bit more loosely and he looked like he was tired all the time. Mr. Dolton came up to them, "Yes, you are my 2:30 appointment? Umm, yes, we have the papers in order for the acquisition of the piece. You represent Professor William's Valley of the Kings Museum in Egypt, yes? How is she, by the way? We haven't heard from her in months." "She's a bit, under the weather. Exhaustion, you see," Byers schmoozed, "She's taking a vacation in Italy." "Oh yes," Mr. Dolton said much to Byers surprise, "I forgot about her castle there. Well, if you do speak to her, please let her know that we are all anxious to hear from her again and hope she is doing much better." Frohike and Langly looked at each other quizzically. Byers plowed on, winging it, "Thank you. When we talk with her, we'll pass your message on. Now, may we see the papers?" "Now, I know this will take some time for you boys to look over and I don't expect this to be signed right away. So, take your time, read over the terms and then sign it or if you find the terms unsuitable for the sarcophagus, please feel free to contact our people and we will make the accommodations more to your liking. If you will excuse me, I have someone from the Vatican here to see me." And with that, Mr. Dolton left the Lone Gunmen alone in his office. "Sarcophagus?" Langly said and tried to get a good look at the contract Byers was holding. Frohike asked with interest, "Who's?" Byers carefully looked at the first few paragraphs. "I'm holding the contract to acquire King Tut's sarcophagus for display!" Byers said with a bit of awe tainting his voice. "William's has some clout indeed. Let's look around here and then go. I think we have what we want, but leave nothing unturned." The three men thoroughly searched the office and found nothing else that they could use. The contract was all they were going to get but at least it was a start. There were names of people and places, which was a major leap from the where they began. On their way back to the van, Frohike said, "Hey, what if she's the one? Our little S.O.S. from the Pentagon?" He suddenly hoped there was such a connection. It sure would help things make much more since, though the connection was a far-fetched one and he couldn't for the life of him imagine how they could be one in the same. Byers frowned and asked Frohike, "What are you talking about?" Langly jumped in, "I was digging around the Pentagon's database, looking for anything on that new bio-weapon and we received a message, two-way. Someone knew who we were and asked for our help. We'd know more but Mr. Tall, Geeky, and Handsome got cold feet and tripped up our connection." "Kimmy?" Byers sighed, "Well, if you can reestablish the connection, would your stranger in distress get back in touch?" Langly shrugged, "Maybe. But, I don't know what this person expects us to do. Break out of the Pentagon? It's not a jail." "Yeah, but it might as well be." Frohike added. "The security's killer. If they want to keep something safe, it'll be a neat trick to get to it. It'll almost be worth the hassle just to see if we can beat their security grid." "I'll kick on over to the Pentagon now and see if our friend is still wanting to talk." Langly said. Back at their headquarters and with a little work, Langly was back where he had found the encrypted message. He had Byers and Frohike sitting on either side of him. All were staring intently at the screen, waiting. They finally saw what they were looking for. "It's our guest speaker." Langly pointed to the discrepancy on the screen before them. He easily decrypted the code and the message lay there, anxiously waiting to be read by them. "Where had you gone? Our connection was lost. I thought you were found out." It said. Frohike grabbed at the keyboard before Langly could type and answer, "A little trouble, but we're here now. Can you tell us why you need our help?" The computer read, "It is complicated. No one would believe me. You must come down here so we can talk. It is very distressing. I have no one else to whom I could impart such information. You must see this with your own eyes." Frohike paused a moment then typed, "Who are you?" "You can call me Skymouth." It said. "I work with the biological weapons research team." Langly hooted joyously, "Alright! We got our informant! Ask Skymouth if he has the security clearance we can use to break into their system!" Frohike obediently typed, "Do you have the appropriate security clearances for us to make this work?" "Of course." Another moment passed and Langly was furiously scribbling the pertinent information that Skymouth had sent them on various Pentagon systems into a binder. "This is GREAT STUFF!" Langly was ecstatic. "I'll start getting our stuff together." Byers scanned the screen once more before he departed. "We'll be there as soon as we can. Do you need anything?" Frohike typed. Pause, then, "A cheeseburger would be nice." Frohike shook his head as he typed, "Sounds like they're torturing you." "Vivisection without painkillers and anesthesia is not pleasant." Skymouth informed them. "Good GOD!" Frohike said when he read that. "Did Skymouth say they perform vivisection's on him?" Langly gaped at the screen. "I believe that is what he's suggesting." Frohike answered, anger seeping into his voice, then he typed, "We're coming to get you out of there and we'll buy you twenty cheeseburgers!" "But why?" Langly asked. "Does the government really need any reason to do anything THAT horrible?" Frohike spat. Skymouth said, "I must go. They are here." The connection was lost and left Frohike and Langly mulling over darkening thoughts.