Thursday, February 26, 2009


"Looking good, Gade"

The mechanic looked up from under the Springer jeep to see Kain Delacroix peering down at him through the engine compartment. The hood was up to improve visibility as Gade tried to locate an irritating rattle that had recently cropped up. "Would you know the difference?" Gade's obvious frustration surprised both men.

"I might. But probably not. That's why we pay you the big money." Kain grinned; a little attitude was the norm in this crew, and Kain knew recent circumstances had strained the bonds of trust between himself, the Doctor, Gade, and Sam. "I want to talk to you about...well, about the guy in the barrel."

"Vance? It's no secret who was in there. I've got binoculars, you know."

Kain did know. "I figured. You wondering why I didn't let you have a shot at him?"

"It's stupid to wonder. You've given me the mushroom treatment more than once since I signed on. I'm pissed off, but I'm used to your 'mysterious ways' by now." Gade reached out and tightened one of the attachment points of a coil spring.

"Yeah. And I'm not here to tell you that's gonna change. Here's the thing. There are some things I need to do. Some men I need to see, and some of them need killin'. I trust you with my back, with the caravan, with our friends. But there are still too many unanswered questions about you for me to trust you with the why of what I'm doing right now.

So. I want you to come along, in fact, I need you to. You're a whiz at what you do and a steady man in a fight. Mostly. But I want to know if you're prepared to just trust me. Trust that this needs doing, trust that I can't tell you why, and trust that when I can tell you, I will."


Father Tork said...

I like the dialog just fine, it has sprung inspiration on my side

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