A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story
VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!
Bek D Corbin
DATE: You’re asking ME?
I spent the time between when I woke up and when they rounded us up in the morning (I think) trying to figure out how the hell I pulled that trick with running up the swinging chain. I mean, I did not plan that, no-how. I was running on pure improvisation. I mean, if I hadn’t been shitting bricks, there is no way that I would have even tried anything that crazy. Then again, I wouldn’t mind knowing how I pulled off that sucker-punch on ‘Congarr the Concussed’. I mean, seriously, if I hadn’t hit him in exactly the right area the first time, it would have been a much longer-and from the way those axes were glowing, nastier- fight. But the problem with pulling off slick moves like those is that people expect you to be able to do it again.
That, and I’d like to be able to pull that off when I mean to. I mean, ass-pulls are good, but sound strategy and tactics are way better.
I had arrived at a solid ‘hellifiknow’ when the door opened and the breakfast parade marched on.