James Murphy was not used to working with a partner. He looked at his pocket watch for the third time and then returned it to his vest. “Three minutes” he thought. James would give him three more minutes to get into position and then he would start his part of the mission.
He was ready; he had his Colt 45 in one hand and a whip in the other. He heard a faint whistle sound from the distance. Pulling his Stetson down to block out the sun he moved out from his hiding place behind the wall of old ruins. At a full run he shot the first Orc he saw and then three more came out of nowhere. He quickly tied one up with his whip while shooting a second. Just as he thought he was going to take a hit suddenly the third one went down. It was Dan and James smiled.
“All aboard!” the man’s voice boomed again. Several squads of Orcs moved from the far corner of the station to the platform and boarded the train’s red car. Each of the poker players eyed one another to see if any needed to leave. No one moved.
After a moment the train started to move, slow at first but was quickly gaining speed. Its black tail of smoke was scene for a short time then it was all gone.
When the poker game resumed James Murphy folded. There were now only two players remaining in the hand. When Sergeant Alexander received his last card from Ne-Gok-Sa he had completed his full house. Which is a really good hand but he never believed in sure things. In fact he normally preferred it if the odds were stacked a bit against him. Drake called the raise.
Drake got to the edge of the Orc encampment right at dawn. There were only about five or six archers near him. He thought Carr should be on the far side of the Orc encampment very soon.
Drake put two of his fingers into his mouth let out a very loud whistle. Quickly the archers spotted him and let the arrows fly but even quicker was Drakes Thorian speed. He dodged every arrow as he ran to the closest ugly Orc and slit his throat.
James Murphy reached one arm down below the poker table when; “click I think Murphy is cheating” claimed Ne-Gok-Sa.
A whip came from nowhere and wrapped around Ne-Gok-Sa arm. The other end of the whip was in James’s hand. Before the Marr could react he yanked on the whip pulling him near. Murphy’s other hand raised his pistol aimed at Ne-Gok-Sa. “I have no need to cheat to beat you Marr!” James said with conviction.
Raelin was now air-born, hovering a couple feet off the ground “There is no fighting aloud here boys. We all know the rules!” The men seemed to heed these words and sat back down.
Raelin was not comfortable with the distance the samurais were moving from her. Her job was to cast her protective radiance to her allies but they were now moving out of range. She would have to adjust her position, which made her uncomfortable. It was difficult to see in this dense jungle and she thought she heard movement from her flank a few minutes ago.
The beautiful Kyrie was now clearly nervous. She landed and retracted her wings choosing to take a more silent approach. As she progressed toward her new target-location the silhouettes of tree trunks moved by her silently. She stopped and placed her hand on one and then knew it was too late. She looked up, looking down at her were two large gleaming eyes of a tyrannosaurus-rex. The beast bared his teeth and her last thoughts were “He was waiting for me!”
Raelin then woke up on a train headed for platform 26 with a huge pain in her chest but otherwise was intact. She decided it was best to look on the bright side; the ice tea was really good at the train stations.
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