Punctuality has never been a strong practice of the man formally known as K-9; and now even when home base has become Charleston, SC … no more than an hour and a half from tonight's venue …

Kevin still arrives late and completely oblivious to what has gone on before …

As he lumbers into a side door he is greeted once again by Nemesis.

"It's a mess in there …"

Kevin stops briefly to take in Nemesis' words and appearance.

"Yeah?" Kevin responds.

"You might as well come with me, we have much to discuss."

Kevin replies quickly with a sarcastic tone; "I think I'll take my chances inside."

"I don't think you understood me, it is bedlam in there. The show has been canceled, I hear
U-62 pulled the plug, and general pandemonium has ensued." Nemesis cautions in a oddly casual nonchalant voice.

Kevin stops and turns toward Nemesis; "What have you done?"

Nemesis, taking little to no offense, explains "Kevin, Kevin … my simple friend; nothing at all. I simply showed up and observed as a masterfully crafted plan fell into place."

Kevin begins to speak, but is interrupted by Nemesis.

"…and before you get all huffy let me say although I admire, and truly marvel at what has transpired here tonight … I can not take credit, I've been called a lot of things in my day but a plagiarist not."

Kevin gets in Nemesis' face and begins to speak in a muffled rage, "Look, we're only going to go threw this one time. I had to fight tooth and nail to get this gig, and if you screw it for me … so help me God!"

Kevin turns away and heads down the hall way.

"God cannot help you in the quest before you Kevin! Nemesis yells.