A convertible pulled up next to the gates, an attractive blond woman behind the wheel and a large, muscular Greek man in the passenger seat. The Greek stepped out and turned to the driver.
"T'was a most memorable time, Krissie," he told her. "The son of Hercules shall keep thee fondly. Willst thou permit me to call thee?"
The woman giggled, blushing. "Anytime, Big Boy..."
"Then fare thee well for now, until we doth meet again," Argo said, as he waved while the woman drove off.
He turned toward the gates of the compound. "Canst I help thee?" he asked.
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