Part 1 of The Osiris Enigma

Part 2 of The Osiris Enigma

Part 3 of The Osiris Enigma

The stainless steel doors burst open as Quinn and Berkman pushed Moore’s gurney into the NSA morgue. Quinn and Berk noticed immediately that no one was around. Curiously, the morgue was brightly lit and very quiet.

“Shit, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves…Let’s go get a can of Fruit Punch, mix in some preservative absolute ethanol and have ourselves a little break!” Berk exclaimed.

Quinn slowly shook his head, looked at Berk and said, “You are a pistol Berkman! Every time we’re on assignment you go on the rampage! “

“Well, I just wanna have some fun Quinn that’s all…come on, let’s get some punch!” Berk said smacking his lips.

Quinn squeezed his temples with one hand and mumbled, “O.K…O.K., here’s the deal. First we re-open Moore’s cranium, get our brain tissue sample, lock him back up in cold storage and then we’ll hit the town. Whaddya say?”

“Why are we wasting valuable time talking about it then? Let’s get to work!” blurted Berk.

They rolled the gurney to the autopsy bay, found some tools to work with and began removing the stitches on Moore’s scalp. Once the skullcap was off, Quinn held Moore’s brain in place and Berk sliced off an almond sized chunk of Moore’s cortex. They placed the tissue sample in alcohol, reassembled Moore’s head and placed the corpse in the refrigerated security locker.

Quinn picked up the vial containing the brain tissue sample. Gazing at it he held it up to the light and said, “This could be our only lead Berkman. I don’t know what it is yet, but it has to be important.”

Berk pulled off his latex gloves and with a devilish, shit eating grin said, “I hear there are some great titty bars here in L.A..!”

“You are incorrigible Berkman, but sometimes that’s what I like best about you!” Quinn said with a smile as he clapped Berk on the back. “Let’s get the hell outta here, we can work on this tissue sample tomorrow.”

Quinn and Berk made their way to the NSA parking garage after depositing the brain tissue sample into a refrigerated security locker. They hopped into the rental car and began making their way back through the barrios and suburbs of Los Angeles under the setting sun’s orange glow. Just as night was falling they came upon the entertainment district and got off the freeway. Cruising down the strip Berk’s eyes were starry looking at neon signs and streetwalkers soliciting “dates”. Eventually they came upon a large, lighted billboard proclaiming “The Hottest Women and Best $10.99 Steak and Lobster in L.A., The Millenium Club, Just 1½ Miles Ahead.”

“Hey Quinn, I’ve got a sudden craving for steak and lobster…” Berk announced as he craned his neck to stare at a platinum blonde hooker.

Quinn smirked and said “ Berk, that gorgeous blonde over there is a man in drag. I don’t think you want any nasty surprises, do you?”

“What the fuck!” Berk yelped. “I must be going insane! Quick, Quinn let’s get to the Millenium Club!”

“Sure thing Berk, I am starving anyway, how ‘bout you?” Quinn asked as his stomach began to rumble.

Berk muttered “Yeah, we haven’t had much since green eggs and ham for breakfast on the flight out!”

Quinn pulled into the Millenium Club parking lot and let the valet take the car. Simultaneously they thought this must be the classiest titty bar in L.A.. The building was lit up in blue neon, chrome trim and a rotating, white neon Millenium Club sign. Two gorgeous ladies in black silk dresses greeted the men as they entered the club. Inside the club the walls were pale gray with black trim and the floor had dark gray carpet. The tables were black with chrome trim and there were three mirrored stages. The finishing touch was a red granite bar with aluminum stools and a huge selection of fine liquors. Dance music throbbed as a stacked brunette in a white teddy and garters led Quinn and Berk to a table next to the center stage.

“Can I get you boys something to drink?” the brunette asked seductively.

“We’ll have two Jack Blacks on the rocks” Berk blurted and winked at the woman before Quinn could say anything.

She sauntered off to the bar as Berk and Quinn gawked at her. They had just taken their seats when a g-stringed blonde on the stage moved closer to them. She was a sight to behold, large cone shaped breasts and an hour glass waist. Berk immediately began getting his dollar bills out as the stripper moved even closer. Quinn chuckled as Berk placed dollar after dollar into the blonde’s g-string. Bumping, grinding and crawling her way around the stage and steel pole she put on a stimulating performance for them both. When the drinks arrived, Quinn and Berk decided to order the steak and lobster special, then diverted their attention back to the stage.

Sizzling Porterhouse steaks with lobster, green beans and garlic potatoes arrived at their table just as Berkman was finishing off the last drops of his Jack.

“Darling, I think we need two more Jack Blacks on the rocks…please!” Berk told the brunette with a wry smile.

“Sure honey, I’ll be right back…” the brunette said and gave Berkman a slight wink.

Berk grinned from ear to ear and said “Quinn, I think she wants me…” as he cut off and stuffed a large chunk of lobster tail in his mouth.

Quinn smiled, shook his head slightly and chuckled, “Sure Berk, whatever you say!”

The drinks came back from the bar and they finished their dinners on autopilot. Quinn and Berk were both hypnotized by the assortment of beautiful ladies on stage and the lap dancing going on around the other tables. As Berkman once again drained his Jack, he motioned for the brunette to bring two more. She mouthed “O.K.” from across the room and strutted to the bar as Berkman stared. Before Quinn knew what was happening Berk had jumped out of his seat and was putting dollar bills into a gorgeous redhead’s g-string. Quinn was feeling pleasantly relaxed after two stiff drinks and decided to just sit back and enjoy the view. Two more Jack Blacks arrived at the table and the dinner plates were removed. Immediately Berk picked up his drink and returned his attention to the redhead.

Finally the redhead’s act was over and Quinn noticed Berkman whispering something to her. She smiled as Berkman placed something in her hand and returned to his table.

“What was that all about?” asked Quinn quizzically.

Berk replied “Oh, you’ll see!” with a devilish, shit eating grin.

Several minutes later the brunette returned with another round of Jack, the redhead and the blonde in tow. The brunette cleared the empty glasses and left as the two strippers positioned themselves in front of Quinn and Berkman. The music pounded out a funky beat as the two strippers began their elaborate lap dances. Quinn was thoroughly enjoying the attention of the gorgeous blonde as she fawned over him, lightly touching and stroking him. The redhead was working Berk into frenzy as she posed, undulated and teased him to the beat. Both men had definite tightness in their pants and the strippers loved it. The women left Quinn and Berk grinning like Cheshire cats and more horny than ever. Berk was about to call the brunette for more drinks when Quinn cut him short.

“Berk, it’s getting late and we need some sleep. That sample won’t analyze itself tomorrow. Let’s get outta here while we can still see straight!” Quinn slurred as he motioned for the check.

Berk protested getting cut off, “Hell it’s still early Quinn, lets go talk to those women over there!” and motioned to the side stage.

Quinn badgered Berk, “You are a piece of work Berkman! Come on, you know we’ve got work to do in the morning.”

“Yeah, O.K.,” Berk sighed as he looked at his watch, “ You seem to be correct.”

The brunette brought the check and made change for the cash that Quinn laid on the table. Quinn and Berk got up slowly and left the brunette a nice tip. She waved goodbye from across the room as the two left the building.

End Part 4

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