with loose jackets were waiting for him. He produced his identification for them and the Get out of Jail free card. The one with the card held it up in the air and then took his arm down and gave the card back. He then motioned to follow him as he led Daniel to an empty conference room and closed the door behind him. Minutes later a well-dressed old man whose entire face seemed to be covered in liver spots walked up to him. Dan recognized his old savior and could not help but feel pity as it was apparent the old man in front of him was short for this world. "D2 you old bastard, I thought you died in the war. What can I do for you? Just name it and I will get it for you, not many of us still around you know." The voice was sharp and the strength of character was as strong as ever. "So I don't waste your time, Siggy. I need help forming a corporation, the main areas will be mining, investment, manufacturing, and land development." Dan rattled off, "and possibly starting a shipping company. I figured I needed the most crooked lawyer I could think of to make sure the tax man left me alone and that I got the right politicians in my pocket." Seeing the old man nearly collapse into a chair he followed suit as he reached into his pocket and put the gold $20 piece in front of the old lawyer. "I struck it rich. At the moment I have two tons of those coins, and I am probably one of the richest men in the world Siggy. I need you to protect me and get me through the minefields ahead of me and destiny." Senior partner Sigmund Goldstein looked at the old man in front of him and the old gold coin. "This is all for real? I'll have my son take care of everything you need. I don't do much here anymore other than tease them all that I am still alive and they have yet to collect." "Siggy, I want the best damn it and that's you. Siggy are you ready to go down the rabbit hole?" Dan reached into his pants and pulled out a vial of clear liquid. "Just take a quick gulp and the world is yours again my old friend, look at me, I’m as healthy as a horse." Sigmund’s ears started to thump loudly and he started to sweat profusely as his chest tightened taking his breath away from him before he could even speak. He started to get tunnel vision as he tingled all over. Through the black tunnel he watched as a spectator as Dan forced his jaw open and poured the liquid down his throat until everything went black. Dan sat there looking at the old man wondering if he had given him the nanites in time. Fearing the worst, he hollered for help and proceeded to perform CPR as company employees rushed through the door to the conference room in response to his hollering. A crowd quickly materialized around him. A young man popped down next to him and pulled out a defibrillator, ready to save the old man. A deep breath came from the old man as his chest rose and fell steadily. "You saved his life," the man said almost accusingly as he ascertained the breathing was regular and not forced. "What was your business with Mr. Goldstein?" "We were in the war together and I came to visit Siggy" Dan lied, "Are you one of Siggy’s partners son?" Dan queried hoping to change the subject. "You just saved my father's life; you know he had a living will that states he is not supposed to be resuscitated. You could be facing legal action," Sigmund Jr. threatened. Dan started to see red and could barely contain himself as he replied, "Blow it out your ass boy. I saw the panic in your eyes and that you were going to try and save him yourself with that defibrillator. Now why don't we move him off the damn floor to some place a little more comfortable? Then I will let you buy me a drink for saving your dad’s life." The company doctor chose that moment to saunter in, checked Siggys vitals and had a couple men move him into the next room to lay down on the sofa. Another man rushed in sweating, liberally eyes wide