“OK Dust, just make it quick.” Jordan agrees.

Dorsey follows you to a truck while Jordan stands outside his van so that he is closer to the entrance. The two of you just walk over to the nearest truck and Dorsey gives the door the kind of hip check you can only see in Canadian Troll-only hockey leagues. It pops open and you slip in.

Within a couple of minutes you have the engine started. Just as you start pulling away thinking, “That was easy” you see an Ork yelling and waving his arms at you. He must have just come from around back. BUSTED!

You peel out and Jordan is already out of sight before you are off the property. The Ork runs into the building and you laugh as he gets smaller and smaller in your rearview mirror. A short drive down the road and you stop at a gas station to meet up with Jordan.

“I told you this was a stupid idea. It was a completely unnecessary risk.” He reprimands with a most serious look on his face.

“Relax man. Nothing happened.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.”

Let’s head back to my place so you can clear your head and we can plan what to do next.


Ronin JimTriche