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Slite looked down on the two messengers of the Chihuahua Cartel. He had to, since, being a Bernese Mountain Dog, there was no way to look up to them. "Are you sure?"

They stared at him, wide eyed, which is pretty much the constant expression of a chihuahua, but in this case, moreso. "Si!" said George, "We were there! The Big German Man told her that the Taxi Boss was to be killed!"

"Did they say who was going to do it?"

"No! But she left right after that. There was something else, too, but I can't remember..."

"That is more than enough for now. Mssr le Comte, Vera, I need someone to go to the Taxi Boss and give warning. Would you two be so kind?"

"Erm... Sure! That would be a great idea!" Vera hadn't felt this way since junior high when BillyWalker had asked her to the Valentine's dance.

"It would be an honor to accompany Mademoiselle. To the Gates of Hell, if necessary!"

"Why would you need to go to a MExican National Park, right now? Little Friend, I will be needing you and your messengers for another task, if you would not mind waiting a bit?"

Hank and Vera left the room, eyes only for each other. "Do you suppose we could get some Talavera Pottery on the way? I could really go for a vase, right now..."