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Part 4 of 5

The four men laughed amongst themselves as they sat at the table. One was dealing from a well used deck of cards. 'How am I doing?' said Bennett, already expecting the answer.

'You currently owe me ten thousand matchsticks.' replied Andersen, grinning. 'But don't quit while you're ahead…'

As they chatted, a girl entered from a side room and stopped at their table, hands on her hips. 'Where's the moisturizer?' she asked.

The four men looked up briefly from their game, but no one offered an answer.

'Really guys?' she sighed, 'We're actually going to do this?'

Bennett glanced sideways at the girl as she stood next to him. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' he said, the slightest hint of a grin evident on his face. 'You seen it Connor?' The man opposite him smirked, 'Nope, me neither.'

Slowly and deliberately, the two other men placed their cards on the table and pushed their chairs backwards slightly. 'We'll sit out this hand', stated Mason.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Bennett pulled the missing moisturiser from a pocket and threw the plastic tube across the table to Connor. His partner caught the container, laughing as he did so. 'Come on Charlie, you don't need this,' he joked, waving the tube at her. 'There's plenty of mud outside!'

The girl sighed once more, a deep sigh that signaled she didn't have time for this. With one hand, she grabbed the back of Bennett's shirt, lifting it up and over his head, covering his face completely. Her other hand lifted the table edge nearest to her, tipping a mix of cards and drinks onto Connor. Her right leg came up, planted itself on the exposed underside of the table and shoved it towards the man, tipped his chair backward and sending him sprawling to the floor. Finally, she reached down, grabbed a handful of Bennett's underwear and yanked it upwards until the big man squealed in pain.

With a satisfied nod to herself, she walked around the upturned table and picked up the discarded moisturizer from the floor. 'Hey, Strike!' she shouted. A pale face appeared from behind a computer monitor in the corner of the room. She tossed the container over to him, 'Get it yourself next time.'
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