With a mixture of fascination and apprehension, Dumas watched his holographic twin.  Why had DEE reappeared?  Why was it interacting with someone who normally made it nervous?  And why was it so eager to perform a task that couldn’t possibly bring it any practical benefit?  Perhaps the security system had grown sufficiently complicated to become bored during the long hours when the club was closed.  Perhaps it simply wanted a puzzle to occupy its time.  That was reasonable, wasn’t it?  But deep down in his gut, Dumas couldn’t help suspecting that something else was going on.<br/><br/>The hologram tilted its head, apparently considering the new challenge.  Then it smiled -- a rather innocent smile, like a child pleased by the toy it’s just been given.  “Alright.  I bet I can discover your original name.  But I’ll need time.  And I’ll need help from him.”<br/><br/>Dumas didn’t like it.  He didn’t know if the security system was going off the rails, or if some part of him was going off the rails -- but either way, he didn’t like it.  Unfortunately, refusing to help DEE would look like backing down, and Dumas wasn’t about to do that in front of Chester.  “Fine.  I’ll help.  Just as long as it doesn’t interfere with my work at the club.”<br/><br/>That seemed to settle things.  But DEE spoke again, regarding Chester with a smile that had become noticeably more enigmatic.  “And I’ll need a little something to keep me motivated.  After all, what’s a bet without a wager?”