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snaked through the old pipe hole into the basement all the way down to the floor. A few trash boxes moved here and there hid the newly constructed plumbing quite well. Fingerprints were carefully wiped from anything he touched. Right now, everything was ready to go, but not turned on. There was more to do. Much more. "Now the TV." Venture was situated on the southeast corner of the block. The Explorer was parked on the north side of that block just in front of a warehouse that had an alley which accessed the shared court yard behind Venture. This was a beast of a walk with that not so portable television. He made it even worse. "Let me give you a hand with that door," a big guy offered with a bit of confusion in his voice. "I think you're lost, pal." "You guys need a bigger sign! Damn. I nearly killed the whole morning looking for this place. I can't afford this. I'm barely squeaking by as it is," Frank was pouring sweat, puffing, and straining as he entered, going way too far inside as the big guy was hollering, "Hey. You can't go there." "Well give me a hand! I'm gonna explode, here," as he nearly fell over setting his large load down in the middle of the floor behind the same counter which faced the entry and blocked his way until he went around. "Damn! That sucker weighs a ton! Ask me, he should just throw the thing away and get one of the new ones. Why fix a portable that weighs a fucking ton?" "We don't do walk-in customer work here. We only do industrial.." "Oh no! NO! NO! NO! I ain't taking this piece of lead back! I've already ruptured my nuts! That bastard didn't pay me enough to bring it here. Lost the whole morning. Why don't you put camouflage on this place?" Pulling the crumpled paper from his pocket, and studying it with extremely labored reading, "You can tell Mr. Price, if he calls, to come here and pick it up himself! You can throw it away for all I care. Bastard cheated