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Hank Brooks had just taken the call from Lexicon's secretary. He passed the assignment on to one of his people who would report back to Brooks with preliminary information in about an hour. That meant that he could duck out to the gym for an hour or so and come back to meet with Lexicon around six o'clock. As he drove out the front gate, he didn't notice Roger Tango's car following him. Roger wasn't surprised when Hank pulled into the gym parking lot. Hank had always liked working out and keeping a sort of military flavor about his life. Roger, of course, had not seen the inside of a gym in ten years. Fitting in here was going to take a little more than just the pair of shorts and T-shirt he had brought along.
But Andrea gladly complied with his request for a tour and showed Roger around the health club's many areas. As they came to the free weights area, Roger noticed Hank Brooks busy doing bench presses while another young lady acted as his spotter. Roger erupted with a "surprised and delighted" routine as he hurried over to greet Hank. "Hank! Hank Brooks! is that really you?" "Roger Tango? Imagine running into you here!? Of all the places I never thought I'd see you..." "Yeah, I've got some physical therapy I need to do to finish a recovery from this knee strain. This place seems to have all the necessary equipment," he said looking after the two staff members who were making their way back toward the entrance. "Yeah not bad, eh?" "So what are you doing, Hank? What happened to you at the end of that project down in Miami? Nobody seemed to know where you got off?" "Yeah well I didn't feel like I owed anybody anything," Hank muttered. "Privacy was the only thing I was interested in that I didn't already have so I left with no explanations. Everybody thinks I scored a big pile of cash and moved to Spain or something. What a bunch of romantics. The DEA got their arrests and the cocaine and the pile of money. I figured I had been underpaid for the contract given how much trouble came out of the woodwork down there. So I pinched a few extra bucks and took some time off. Just 'cause I did it quietly people thought I found a bag with an extra $10 million in it or something."
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