They had synchronized their watches, had booked their reservations and at the stroke of midnight they would meet in the city of lost wages.
They were coming to gamble, but not in the casinos. Their agenda was darker and it was top secret.
Malcolm checked his watch...
"24 more hours," he said with a nod of approval as he mentally began planning out his pending rendezvous at the Paris Las Vegas.
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