Jason and Rick walked in silence through the crowded streets of Londinium. An hour ago they had been uncertain as to their fate at the hands of a Mafia boss. Now they were free, had even been paid, and were walking back to their ship to resume their lives as if the entire fiasco had not even happened. It was funny how quickly the world could change.

It was Jason who finally broke the silence. “Don’t know if I can do this,” he said, taking his friend by surprise.

“Huh,”

“Running drugs, robbing a post office, almost getting killed, or arrested. All this, none of it I expected when I set out on this.”

Uh oh, thought Rick. He was worried this issue might arise. Fishing the bag of coin from his friend’s pocket he steered him to a nearby bar.

“Best leave that bottle," said Rick to the barkeep as the man poured them each a drink.

“Rick, you know I don’t normally,” Jason began to protest.

“Yeah, well ain’t much been normal ‘bout today. Now you mind telling me what’s goin’ through that head o’ yours cus it seems we got some air to clear here. I’ve hitched my wagon to yours in this venture, figure I’ve a right to know what the score is.”

Jason looked at his drink for a long while before he responded. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and lifted the glass to his lips.

“Hell Rick, today’s really gotten me wondering if I did the right thing.” He smiled humorlessly before continuing. “Cus it sure seems we’re doing an awful lot ‘o wrong based on the events of the past day.”

Rick bolted back his shot before turning his attention back to his friend. “Listen Jay, I know yer a little shaky right now. N’ that’s understandable. Most normal folk would be. Now I’m a couple years older ‘n you, ‘n more ‘n that, I spent my entire life on the go-se side of the hover tracks. N’s as that’s where we are currently residing, I might have a few words of wisdom you may wish to consider.”

Jason said nothing as his friend paused; though he did take another sip of his whisky.

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