<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Benjamin Ames</span></strong><div class="floatright">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/1/14259/1868342-christian_kane_2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>McCarran International Airport<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Tired<br/><hr/><br/>There was something to be said for leading a company. There was also something to be said for not doing that. At this point in time, Ben really had begun to wonder what he was doing in a leadership role that put him in the public eye quite this much. He should have an army of lawyers to protect him, not have to make appearances on a weekly basis here or there to fix some underling's problem. Granted, he was raking in money hand over fist and faster than he could certainly spend it, but there were expenses to pay, additional manpower and support staff to hire, and facilities that needed upkeep and renovation. One of these days, the money might catch up but for now he was only rich, not fabulously wealthy. He had thought that, upon returning home, he would get to take a break. He should have known better. There were a number of birds at his house, and in due time and fashion they told him that it would be necessary for him to travel to Las Vegas. Joy.<br/><br/>The next morning he was on a plane, first class accommodated because he could afford it and a cross country flight was hardly the time to be in coach, especially when you were as broad as he was. Last time he'd flown in coach he had two people fall asleep leaning against him, and not the sort of people you want sleeping with you. When he touched down, he decided to get in contact with his contact, one "Kurt Freison", that he might better know the situation and how to proceed. He hadn't rented a car or arranged a hotel, but those sort of arrangements could be made in person, on the spot. At worst he was fairly certain he could find a room. After all, who wouldn't want to spend the night with a man as handsomely dressed as he? Picking up his luggage, he stood outside waiting for a response, or barring that a taxi. It wasn't his first time in Vegas, having previously provided security for Life is Beautiful, a local music festival of some renown. He had some memories of that weekend, some good and some less so, but none of which he would ever be able to repeat because part of his job description was discretion, and just because you slept with a starlet doesn't mean she has to write a song about you. In fact he hoped that never happened again.<br/><br/>Waiting outside the airport for a ride or a call, he breathed the air and thought... this place requires my intervention?