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Sam Axe has worn a lot of hats, over his life. Navy SEAL, spy, FBI, the lot.

Today, he wears the expression of a man who feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

Of course, he actually is thinking that literally, right now. Might as well enjoy it, he thinks.

He walks over to the bar (and that's the part that really makes him think it's actually heaven) and laughs.

"Come on! Saint John or Archangel Gabriel or whoever... what's it take to get a beer around here?"

When it appears in front of him, he grins. "Now that's what I call service," he says.

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"Miami?" Sam says. "No kidding. I'm in Miami, too."

Ryan smiles. "Well that's interesting I don't think I've met anyone from Miami while here. I would as what you do but if you are able to pick me out I'm not sure I want to know."

"Semi-retired," Sam says. "I do some work for Uncle Sam every so often."

"Now that sounds interesting. Have you been here before?"

"I did say this was my first time," Sam says. "You sure you work CSI?" He laughs, trying to keep it light.

Ryan nods. "Yeah, but you didn't have blood or anything so I don't pay too much attention but you have my attention now. Welcome to Milliways"

"Cheers," Sam says, toasting with his beer.

Ryan decided to mess with Sams minds and sips his coke then nods to the observation window. "Take a peek."

Sam glances up. "Fancy light show?" he says.

"End of the universe."

"Yeah, right," Sam says. That's just a ridiculous concept, in his book.

"It's true, You're at Milliways bar at the end of the universe."

"Look, I'll give people magic bar," Sam says. "But if the universe ends, nothing can be there."

"That might be. But only if you come in that door. You go out the door you're back in your world. Not the end of the universe."

"Right," Sam says. "Got it."

He didn't, really.

The CSI is pretty sure of that but lets it go. "Can I get you another drink? Oh, and if you need anything just ask the bar for it."

"I'm good with the one," Sam says. "Kinda need to keep an edge, right now."

"Okay that sounds good. How about some lunch.?"

"Hey, normally I don't turn down a free meal," Sam says. "But I gotta keep on my toes, here. Feel things out. I hope you'll understand."

"I do. Maybe next time when your more used to it."

"Next time," Sam says.

"Would you like me to leave you be?"

"Thanks, though," Sam says as he nods. "You were a real help."

He nods "Anytime."

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