by Geoff Wolak
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Johno bumped into Beesely coming out of the toilet around 2am. Beesely stood ready to head back to his room when Johno quietly asked, ‘Do you think this is all on the level?’
Beesely turned to him. ‘I think ... I think that if we considered this some giant trap then we are deluding ourselves as to our worth to the world, and to our potential enemies. With me at the head of K2 we most certainly are in clear and present danger, as they say. Take away K2 and rewind a few hours, and you and I, boy, are not worth two bent pennies to anyone. No one would
go to this much trouble to screw with us, we’re yesterdays’ news. Seems like life has dealt us four aces on our last hand of the night. Anyway, starting tomorrow I’m going to test our new best friend to destruction. And have some fun doing it! First, I’ll test his Jewish heritage, something I know a great deal about. If he isn’t on the level he’ll have a heart attack before noon with what I’ve got planned.’
Johno nodded his acceptance of that idea, heading off back to bed, Beesely unhappily noting his Simpson’s shorts and a t-shirt that announced: ‘Does not play well with other children.’