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Roger handcuffed Morton and pushed him back onto the floor. He really hates jerks like Morton. Nancy was still screaming as Roger lowered a rope down to his damsel in distress. Nancy climbed out and thanked Roger with a quick peck on the cheek. Was she going soft? The police arrived in minutes and carried Morton off to SJPD's local holding tank. Let's see... embezzlement, murder, kidnapping, fraud -- this guy was going to be in the big house for a long time. Nancy made a few more notes and closed the files on WebbCo's first contract. She smiled as she thought about Morton's final dance and relabeled the case folder, "The Silicon Slip."

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