Contrary to the performance my good fellow Uncle Ben puts on, he can provide some very good wisdom if you ask the right questions. On our way back towards the camp, I found myself conversating with the man (Or this time, Grandma Ruckus?) about all things life. It was insightful. I discovered that he has endless bounds of information that may spurt out between each 'character'. Each character has vastly different views, personality and styles to them. One day he may tell you that a meteor is coming down to Earth and that we must take shelter, the next he may tell you to Storm Normandy with him and end the war. The man never breaks character either, so I may have to resort to a set of questions, and ask that set of questions everyday to the new character. I will be very interested to hear the results and then compare them. 

Whilst in-between the contracts, It might provide much needed entertainment. Perhaps I can find a way to influence what character he may take on next? I don't know....It's probably not possible, but I guess it's something to do between missions.

After all that tomfoolery nonsense with my briefcase, I headed back into camp. And boy, apart of me appreciates missing that mission.

Uncle Ben was nattering on about some foxhounds and racially abusing minorities? He then spoke briefly to me about American's leaving the Empire? 

Danny looked like hell too. The man was barely standing on his own. His awesome suit was all mucked up as well. I almost pitied him, but an opportunity presented itself. I should buy some cheaply made suit, spray paint it red, white and blue, then flog it to him for triple the price. He's absolutely minted - He won't be bothered about spending a fortune on a new suit!...Or maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't do such a thing because I'm rather fond of Danny.....Na, I'll flog him a suit.

I didn't talk much to Selene, she seemed pretty quiet. No sassy remarks, no snarky looks. It was like when the family dog runs away. You're desperate for it to return, and whilst it's gone, nothing really feels the same.

Anyway, I tried informing the group about my perilous expedition to retrieve my briefcase. They were not so interested as I had first presumed.

I will say this. A part of me is glad they're all ok. I can't do any of this by myself. I'm not really sure how to process these feelings. Perhaps they're becoming my friends? is there really more in this world than just clients and the courts for me?

I guess the main thing about the rest of my team is that they all seem to be British, or at least not American. Listed below are the four others I am with and my opinions.

Justin Case - A lawyer from Britain. The skills of Law are important to me, as I often get caught up in them. So, having him on the team is good. He is also very charismatic, which is handy whenever we may need to get out of a tough situation. But his skills in law may end up f*cking me over one day. Should he find out just how little I pay in tax, I fear my business may be over. Let's hope he doesn't fly too close to me.

Funny Harvester - Funny is, well, kind of funny looking. I jest, of course. She seems to be a farmer. I respect farmers greatly. America was built upon the blood, sweat and tears of farmers, and so, I do have a degree of respect for her. I have also been informed that she has a "close" relationship with animals. I don't exactly know what that means, but it must be useful. All that being said, she does seem tired at times. Not to mention that farmers usually only care for themselves. I hope she isn't like that.

Selene Hollow - Ah, the sarcastic one. She seems to be able to command creatures. An animal whisperer in the literal sense. She can also be quite handy when in combat. However, the number of tattoos she has is. I doubt she can afford essentials with the abundance of them all over her arms. Not to mention, she also seems to be British. I just hope her usefulness will continue to shine. 

Uncle Ben - This one. You could say he is the tank, the muscle, the brawn of our group. Amazing with a gun. I can't lie, I think none can compare to him. But that gun doesn't seem tethered to him. Not to mention all of his different personalities. I just hope there isn't one who is Anti-American!

Pt2. It came up how exactly many women I’d shown to mini Johnson and the looks of the faces of my companions was bizarre. Really, what’s so strange about showing up to an unoccupied home with my lady friend, breaking in, giving her a very satisfying 47 seconds of full steam ahead and then quickly dashing away into the night? Anyways we entered the nearby cave and came across all sorts of scaly buggers, reminded me of my time hunting foxes in the country side with my friends. God, what I’d give to have some foxhounds with me, and a horse because all of this walking will be swath of me. By the end of it the American fell asleep after being nibbled a little and we had to bugger off when some giant lizard came at us, didnt find the child but frankly I’m not sure whether that’s a bad thing, bloody noises buggers, always asking for acceptance and affection.

Why do I have to write this again! I already told that blind fella that I’m missing my shows but he won’t listen! At this rate u wont even have time to knit something nice for my grandniece for her Christening. Lord it is too hot here, even at night. I find myself have to strip down the my pantaloons just to get some air to my tuckus. Well I certainly gave that fella a scare when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, clearly he’d never seen this much woman before but I can’t blame him, no man has been able to tame this. Brings me beach to my young days, the boys would give me flowers and chocolates, they’d sing to me and say nice things, and if I liked them I’d take them round back and have relations. I still remember my first, took months of before he could walk again but I suppose that’s what happens with a broken pelvis.

Well what a kafuffle that all was, first I had to give Andrey a swift hit with my double barrel cane and then we had to go out a collect some science contraption. But Lord had mercy, wouldn’t you know it, there were dinosaurs! Big scaly brutes too, we had to put one down and give the other a big whooping until it fell asleep. One of the fellas form the radio place came down to help but as the lord is my witness, this silly goat came with syringes! As if he was expecting the get close enough to be big buggers without losing an arm and a leg, clearly that young man has been watching to many picture shows. We eventually got back to camp a by damn it, I’d missed my favourite show countdown with that nice young lady Rachel Riley, she’s so smart and has a long career ahead of her, maybe I should write in again and see if she’d be interested in dating my grandson?