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A million questions ran through my mind.

Why did this 'Pressman' person elect me of all people to receive tickets as an anonymous gesture of goodwill? 

How did she even know who I was?

What was I gonna pack for the trip?

None of them came to the fore, as I opened it up and found that there were indeed a quartet of tickets within the envelope.

[b]"Uh, thank you, then."[/b]

I mean, at the crack of dawn tomorrow or not, I [i]wasn't[/i] turning down a luxury cruise. Hell, I would even say I [i]deserved[/i] a getaway like this after that mission I'd just endured. After today, where everything came in at the eleventh hour and fifty-eighth minute.

Still, though, that did leave three other open tickets...

[b]"Did she have any ideas as to who should get these besides me?"[/b]

My team?

My family?

Whomever was lucky enough to be in the same room as me at the time?

If the ship left at eight in the morning tomorrow, I didn't have much time to delegate that out on my own...