Ronny walked through the employees-only section of the airport. He quietly snuck around, trying his best not to be noticed. He had to find Nancy, even if he had to do it himself.

"Hey! Who are you!" a gruff voice demanded from behind him.

"Fuck!" Ronny turned around and looked at the burly-looking man, about 50 years old, bald and with tattoos covering most of his visible, quite muscular forearms.

"Look, I'm just trying to find my sister. She hid herself naked inside a box as part of a stupid bet and got lost by your computer system when that power problem happened. Please, I just want to search the lost and found area".

"Ain't nothing in the lost and found area," the man replied. "What in Sam Hill was your sister doing in a box!?"

"Long story short, she basically can't resist a bet." Ronny replied, exasperated by both the man's questions and his sister's uncontrollable risk-taking.

They continued their conversation until Ronny picked up on the man's body language. Once again, he had to bribe a man to clean up one if his sister's messes.

The man became very friendly upon receiving $100 and took him to his small office. Ronny noted an outdated pinup calendar, a thick layer of dust on his 'to do pile', and he certainly didn't want to touch his keyboard. Fortunately, the man did all the typing.

The computer screen crackled on, "Do you still have your claim ticket?"

"Yeah, here, but it's not in the system. I already checked with the guys at the front desk, Ronny replied.

"Bah, they ain't got a clue how things work back here. Watch this." With surprising speed, the man keyed in the 15 digit ID number. "NO RECORD FOUND" the computer immediately replied. However he quickly entered a new command. "Search database shipped ID."

"MATCH" the computer instantly shot back.

"See?" the man grinned at Ronny. "This piece of junk computer does this all the time. When it can't read an ID tag properly, it tends to make up instructions to deal with the unknown item. I think it's so we don't get stuck with a bunch of crap here pilin' up. Now, let's see where she was shipped to," he said, typing in the request. "Looks like she hasn't been delivered yet. No telling where she is right now, other deliveries to be made, you know, but this is where she is going."

The man printed out Nancy's destination address and handed it to Ronny.

He took the paper. "God, you're amazing! Thank you so much!" Ronny said to the man. "Is there anyway you can get a hold of the truck driver?"

"'Fraid not. That old truck doesn't have a working radio on it. There's no listing for his cell phone either. Still, if you leave now, you might just beat him there. That's before the best. No telling what will happen when you ship a nude girl in a box."

Ronny didn't even want to think about it, he thanked the man and gave him another fifty dollars, then practically leapt down the stairs and dashed out to his car.