by Adam Clark
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The intrepid trio were sitting in the same seats as before, in the same office as before, but all with towel-dried hair sticking out at odd angles. The Baron was signing letters of regret to be sent out to the family of the two henchmen who’d been killed in that afternoon’s friendly match. After he had finished writing his name he placed the quill back in its inkpot he looked up.
“You want a hyperdrive core then? You can have it, I am a man of my word. The bears will take it to your abode and fit it to the Century Hawk for you. I wish you all the best of luck in your mission. And if you ever come across anything valuable you need to sell again, come see me.” He winked at Herstaff, “I’m more reliable than the internet, and Indy, if you’re in the Kavoth constellation, drop in and say hello to ma for me.”
“I will do Baron,” Indy replied. Harvey thought about this for a moment. He looked at Indy, and then back to the Baron and realised they look fairly similar, apart from the facial hair.
“How do you guys know each other?” He said suspiciously.
“Fellas, did he not tell you? We are brothers”. The Baron announced, opening his arms to enhance the point.
“I thought you guys knew that.” Indy said, turning sideways in his chair to tell his compatriots.
“Vat do you mean? How could ve tell that!” Herstaff said with indignation.
“Yeah, you guys don’t act in the slightest like brothers! Why did you just tell us now?” Harvey added to Herstaff’s point.
“Well, it allowed us to put in this gripping twist. When people re-tell this story in years to come, this will be a key plot revalation.” Indy explained to them.
“You’re a dick, we most probably didn’t have to go through that stupid game of Bear Explosion Ball did we?” Harvey argued.
“Nope, I could’ve swayed him,” the Baron nodded in agreement with this point. “But that would have been really boring.”
“I give up, let’s just get this hyperdrive core on the century hawk and go after the Dragon Heart.” Harvey rose from his chair, grabbed his jet pack and rifle from the corner of the room, gave his polite thanks and a goodbye to the Baron and left the room. The others followed suit and left the warehouse to wait at their home for the Century Hawk to be fixed.
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