'Don't you think you overreacted?'

'You said he was a nuisance.'

'Yes, but I never asked you to shoot him!'

'Havers, you're hard to please.'

'He was a nuisance but he was on our side! We could have used another gun, you know. Now we're only two and they are at least four.

'They're five.'

'Don't split hairs.'

'If you don't know how many enemies you face, how could you expect to come out of this alive?'

'Yeah, especially since my partner is a cold-blooded murderer.'

'Oh, come on! Don't tell me you regret him. Besides, the two of us against the rest of the world, wasn't it meant to be like that since the very beginning?'

'How are you going to explain that you shot Waldricott?'

'Well, there's no need to say it was me, is there? If questioned, we'll say he was shot by the enemy. Fell in the line of duty, good old Waldricott did.'

'You're scaring me.'

'Really?'

'You're enjoying that way too much.'

'It's not that I'm enjoying this situation but there's a thrill to it that I find very exciting. Maybe it's the kill-or-get-killed idea.'

'No, seriously, Sir, don't you hear you? What happened to Mr Nice Guy?'

'You think I'm Mr Nice Guy?'

'I think you're a decent bloke. Well, most of the ti…Eh?'

'Don't move! I think they're in ambush ahead.'

'So what do we do now?'

'We need to know exactly where they are.'

'You want me to walk into the trap so you can spot them when they shoot at me?'

'Far be it from me to ask you to put yourself in harm's way. Just create a diversion while I make my way around that corner and try to get rid of them one by one.'

'A diversion? Okay… so you want me to walk into that trap completely naked.'

'Take off your clothes and I swear I'll show you how to distract their attention for good.'

'Make love not war?'

'That's the idea.'

'A darn good idea if you ask me.'

'What about we both walk into that trap, get killed and speed back home to put that good idea into practice?'

'I say that'd be a better team-building event than that whole paintball stuff.'

'I propose we dive ahead for a gallant last stand and sell our lives dearly like two love warriors.'

'Or we could just surrender.'

'A Lynley don't surrender.'

'I should have guessed…I'm not a Lynley yet but I'll try to make you proud of me.'

'Barbara, I'm already proud of you. That's one of the reasons I'm marrying you.'

'Tell me, is there a war cry to go with the Asherton's coat of arms? Something we could yell out as we attack to scare our enemies.'

'I don't think bellowing in Latin would have much impact these days.'

'Okay. Let's keep it simple then. What about Yiiaaah?'

'I was certainly hoping for something a bit more elaborate.'

'Tommy, the more time we spend here thinking about a suitable war cry the less time we'll have in bed.'

'Let's go then! What are you waiting for?'

'What am I…?'

'Yiiiaaahhh!'

'Tommy! Wait for me! Yiiiaaaahhh!'