Depending on whether Our Intrepid Heroes win or lose at Tartessos, this scene might or might not (respectively) go into Chapter 3...
"Ma'am, since we're going to be heading back to civilization, we should get back into our personas."
"Personas?" I asked.
Hanson made sure the road was clear, then turned his head to look at me. "Grandis, Samson, and I are the Grandis Gang, a small group of ruthless characters who'll do anything if the price is right. At least, that's the image we project. It works for us."
"Ah." I waited for a half-second as Hanson turned back to the road. "You aren't really criminals, are you?"
"I'd prefer to not answer that question," replied Grandis. "Where's my jacket?"
"Right behind you, senorita," answered Samson as he opened what for the life of me had to be a glove compartment in front of him. He reached in and withdrew two pairs of dark glasses, then handed one pair to Hanson. They both put the glasses on.
"Er, guys ... It's night time."
"Image is everything, Sangnoir," was Samson's reply. I knew enough people back home with the same attitude that his comment was enough explanation. But he went on. "Ma'am, since we are heading back to civilization, we'll have to remember to replenish your pipe tobacco. There's only about fifty grams left in what was a hundred-gram bag when we bought it, and that's the only supply we have left."
"Oh, dear ..." I started chuckling.
"What's so funny?" demanded Nadia.
"It's something you'd have to be from my world to appreciate. We're a hundred and six miles from [insert city name here], we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of smokes, it's dark, and they're wearing sunglasses." I turned to Hanson. "Hit it!"
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
"Ma'am, since we're going to be heading back to civilization, we should get back into our personas."
"Personas?" I asked.
Hanson made sure the road was clear, then turned his head to look at me. "Grandis, Samson, and I are the Grandis Gang, a small group of ruthless characters who'll do anything if the price is right. At least, that's the image we project. It works for us."
"Ah." I waited for a half-second as Hanson turned back to the road. "You aren't really criminals, are you?"
"I'd prefer to not answer that question," replied Grandis. "Where's my jacket?"
"Right behind you, senorita," answered Samson as he opened what for the life of me had to be a glove compartment in front of him. He reached in and withdrew two pairs of dark glasses, then handed one pair to Hanson. They both put the glasses on.
"Er, guys ... It's night time."
"Image is everything, Sangnoir," was Samson's reply. I knew enough people back home with the same attitude that his comment was enough explanation. But he went on. "Ma'am, since we are heading back to civilization, we'll have to remember to replenish your pipe tobacco. There's only about fifty grams left in what was a hundred-gram bag when we bought it, and that's the only supply we have left."
"Oh, dear ..." I started chuckling.
"What's so funny?" demanded Nadia.
"It's something you'd have to be from my world to appreciate. We're a hundred and six miles from [insert city name here], we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of smokes, it's dark, and they're wearing sunglasses." I turned to Hanson. "Hit it!"
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012