The long black limosine outside the Keg'n'Cork held none other than the nefarious Afteh Whoom, a Persian refugee with a PhD in particle physics from the University of Tehran, a small fortune in mis-channeled oil money from the Pahlavi era, a collection of original John Hammond master disks, and a mysterious connection to a gun-running cartel headquartered in Hilton Head, North Carolina. He had been out of circulation for a while after he first came Stateside. Seems he blew a chunk of dough on a glamourous customized van with velour hangings, full-size TV in the back, all mod cons... and he took a gang of his buddies out on the Interstate to show it off, put that baby on cruise control at 75 mph on I5 North, and went into the back to have a drink with his friends. Well, it SAID cruise control!!

Afteh Whoom was one of the unadvertized sponsors of the FFN, and had been doing a tidy money-laundering business with the buskers in the area, but the heat was getting to be too much. Condolezza Schwartz seemed to be at the center of this, dragging Madison and the cheeky waitress along in her wake. The infidels must be stopped.