Hammud reached for the cell. Opened it and spoke into it for voice dial. "Office."<br/><br/>The phone rang once and went to the answering machine just the way he had set it up.<br/><br/>"Mike, I've ran a check of the guest list. In the middle desk drawer at the monitor you'll find tickets to a nightclub comedy show and dinner. There's a bungalow with three women. Make friends. Those are your marks. Pick any or all up and take them out tonight. Use the Limo, the driver's will be waiting for your call. Flash money. Show them a good time then take them home. But DO NOT take any of them to bed.  Don't fuck any of them."<br/><br/>"I'll be at the night club. If I come over introduce me. Don't worry I'll leave separately. Bye."  Mr. Bad said and shoved the cell into the case.<br/><br/>He watched the figure up the beach briefly then turned back to his plans.  It would be nice when he had everything in one place. Then he could bring in a few of the high rollers and introduce them to a good time.<br/><br/>Mr. Bad grinned at the thought of what might come from that happy circumstance.<br/><br/>