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Chapter 5
Triple fell asleep with the book in her hand on the couch. “What time is it?” I asked no one in particular.
“Time you got yourself a watch!” Gerard said, a small smile on his face. I scowled at him and looked over to Ray. “11. We should set up a guard and get some sleep.”
“I’ll take first.” I said, picking up my gun and sitting by the door.
“Get one of us up in 2 hours!” Gerard said.
“Yeah, I know.” He sat on the sofa, using the armrest as a pillow. Ray and Frank grabbed bags to put their heads on, and Dr. Death went through to the other room. I tried to stay alert, and miraculously nothing happened for an hour and a half. But then I heard something outside. I grabbed my gun and looked through the crack in the door. I saw polka dot tights and roller skates. “Show Pony,” I whispered, Dr. Death had mentioned him. I stepped back from the door, but I didn’t lower my gun. He skated in, and stopped abruptly. “Who are you?”
“Kobra Kid.” I said, keeping my gun up but offering my hand. We shook hands.
“Show Pony.”
“I know, Dr. Death mentioned you.”
We dwindled into silence and I woke up Dr. Death. He nodded to Show Pony. “We’re changing location in the morning, are you in?” Dr Death asked. Show Pony shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to look for my family. I’m certain they didn’t die in the fires. I need to know.” Dr Death nodded. “Good luck, Show.”
Triple Defy’s POV
When I woke up, the others were all ready. “You all set to go?” Jet asked.
“Give me a minute.” I said, walking through to the other room. I lifted up the mattress from the bed frame and took the photo album out. I stuffed it into my bag and went back through to the guys. “Let’s go.” I said.
We drove for hours until we arrived at a small building. Poison and Ghoul got out of the car; ray guns raised, and checked it out. About 10 minutes after they went inside, they came back out and motioned for us to get out.
“A diner?” I asked.
“Food!” Fun Ghoul said. “Come on Triple, you’re the one that should be telling us that!”
“Oi. If it wasn’t for me you would still be stuck in Dr. D’s old shack. So wheesht.”
“Wheesht?”
“Scottish slang. You uncultured being.” Fun Ghoul sighed and I went off to explore the diner. As he had said, there was food in what must be a kitchen. Quite a lot, but it was all in tins. I looked at the labels of some of them.
“Better Living Industries Approved Lamb Stew?”
“What?” Jet Star shouted back.
“It says that on this tin!” I said, and he came into the room. He took it off me and pulled it open. It looked okay, if a bit mashed up. He grabbed a spoon from a drawer and tasted it.
“Not bad. Considering it’s from a tin and BL/ind approve it.” I shrugged and went to look around the rest of the diner.
“Time you got yourself a watch!” Gerard said, a small smile on his face. I scowled at him and looked over to Ray. “11. We should set up a guard and get some sleep.”
“I’ll take first.” I said, picking up my gun and sitting by the door.
“Get one of us up in 2 hours!” Gerard said.
“Yeah, I know.” He sat on the sofa, using the armrest as a pillow. Ray and Frank grabbed bags to put their heads on, and Dr. Death went through to the other room. I tried to stay alert, and miraculously nothing happened for an hour and a half. But then I heard something outside. I grabbed my gun and looked through the crack in the door. I saw polka dot tights and roller skates. “Show Pony,” I whispered, Dr. Death had mentioned him. I stepped back from the door, but I didn’t lower my gun. He skated in, and stopped abruptly. “Who are you?”
“Kobra Kid.” I said, keeping my gun up but offering my hand. We shook hands.
“Show Pony.”
“I know, Dr. Death mentioned you.”
We dwindled into silence and I woke up Dr. Death. He nodded to Show Pony. “We’re changing location in the morning, are you in?” Dr Death asked. Show Pony shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to look for my family. I’m certain they didn’t die in the fires. I need to know.” Dr Death nodded. “Good luck, Show.”
Triple Defy’s POV
When I woke up, the others were all ready. “You all set to go?” Jet asked.
“Give me a minute.” I said, walking through to the other room. I lifted up the mattress from the bed frame and took the photo album out. I stuffed it into my bag and went back through to the guys. “Let’s go.” I said.
We drove for hours until we arrived at a small building. Poison and Ghoul got out of the car; ray guns raised, and checked it out. About 10 minutes after they went inside, they came back out and motioned for us to get out.
“A diner?” I asked.
“Food!” Fun Ghoul said. “Come on Triple, you’re the one that should be telling us that!”
“Oi. If it wasn’t for me you would still be stuck in Dr. D’s old shack. So wheesht.”
“Wheesht?”
“Scottish slang. You uncultured being.” Fun Ghoul sighed and I went off to explore the diner. As he had said, there was food in what must be a kitchen. Quite a lot, but it was all in tins. I looked at the labels of some of them.
“Better Living Industries Approved Lamb Stew?”
“What?” Jet Star shouted back.
“It says that on this tin!” I said, and he came into the room. He took it off me and pulled it open. It looked okay, if a bit mashed up. He grabbed a spoon from a drawer and tasted it.
“Not bad. Considering it’s from a tin and BL/ind approve it.” I shrugged and went to look around the rest of the diner.
Notes
A/NYeah, Triple Defy's scottish. So am I. Anyone get the THG reference?
No? :'(
5/7/13