Wan-wen went to stand beside her mistress, before 
declaring, "This is my mistress.  She is the leader of the 
Butterfly Sect."

	Wolf nodded, "And the Butterfly Sect have been the 
enemies of the Sing Wah for centuries."

	"Yes,"  Wendy confirmed.  "We were thinking of an 
alliance with the Shaolin, and so I sent Wan-Wen undercover 
at Gannett Corp. to find out about she could about its 
president and his Shaolin cop twin."

	"And what did you find out?" Peter demanded.

	"The Shaolin are truly on the side of good."  Wendy 
bowed slightly, "We would be honored to form a partnership 
with you."

	Peter looked at Wolf, who shrugged back at him.

	"We could use all the help we can get," his twin 
replied. "Especially with you."  Wolf turned to look at 
Wendy, his eyes narrowing, "You weren't just playing with 
my brother, were you?"

	Peter anxiously waited for Wendy's response. 

	"No.  I was interested in Peter before I found out 
that he was the Shaolin cop everyone in Chinatown was 
talking about.  Although I should have known it was him, 
considering all of the times I glimpsed him in the 
hospital."

	"And you?" Kermit asked Wan-wen.  

	"It was the Gummi Bears," she replied.  "Not many men 
I know openly eat my favorite candy."

	"Ummm....guys?"  Jody broke in.  "What are we going 
to do with this body?"  She pointed at Tou's cadaver.

	"The Sing Wah take care of their own," Wolf answered, 
"They will be back for it later."

	"What do you think?  Should we pack up now?  Or come 
back for the stuff later?" Wolf asked.  "I don't know about 
the rest of you, but I am not too fond of camping here 
anymore."

	Kermit pressed a button on his watch and looked at 
Wan-wen.  "If we hurry, we can probably catch the next 
flight to Paris."

	"I think we may have a problem.  We got 6 people and 
5 seats." Peter remarked.

	"I guess that answers the packing question.  Do we 
draw straws for who sits in back?" Jody wondered.

	"My 4 Runner, I drive," Wolf declared.  "The rest of 
you draw straws."

	"I'll sit in the back, more room for me," Wan-wen 
said.  She wanted to go already.  The more time they spent 
arguing, the less time they had to make the flight.

	As Wolf helped Jody into her seat, he asked, "I guess 
I owe you a camping trip then?"

	"You bet.  I paid good money for you."  Jody smiled.  
"Only next time, how about we leave Peter at home?"

	Wolf chuckled as he walked around to the driver's 
side.  He had been thinking exactly the same thing.