Neeka and I excused ourselves from the after-decorating party with the excuse that we had some shopping to do. Instead, we went back to my house and into the basement workroom that she won't quit calling the Dragon's Lair.
I opened the bulging envelope and dumped everything onto the desk. It was a big pile of papers and stuff. When we got it all sorted out, we had plane tickets, passports, visas, permits, IDs, and several credit cards apiece that probably could be used to buy an entire department store, or anything that we might need to complete the mission.
"Holy credit limit, Sam," Neeka said, fanning herself with the plastic, "this is gonna be a lot of fun! We get to party and Uncle Sugar gets the bill!"
"Now you see where all those taxes the coffee shop took out of your pay went to.
