Reuniting With The Troops
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?