Drifter's Way
Chapter 7: Aftermath
By Drifter Song
His ear twitched as the soft moan of leather noted the shifting of his form as Throttle looked up at Charley, his hand lowered from its place against his chin. He twisted to get a better look at the woman as he placed his right hand upon his thigh and rested his left arm across the upper part of his leg, just above his knee.
"I don't know Charley," Throttle said in his own soft tones as he shook his head, her form reflecting in the lens of his glasses. "This seems to be a bit out of the ordinary for one of his kind."
"Man, I know what you mean," Modo said as he ran his right hand over the top of his head. "It's not everyday that a Drifter will go to anyone, especially for help."
"Drifter?" Charley asked as she came into the room, she then looked around and wrinkled her nose at the mess in the room.
She walked over and picked up the last clean towel on the floor as well as the bowl. Taking the two items over to the sink she dumped the dirty water, rinsed the bowl and refilled it before going over to the bloody spot and started to clean it up, hoping that someone would answer her question.
"That's what he is Charley girl," Vinnie said as he lowered the ice pack, the bruise looking a slight bit better.
Charley stopped what she was doing to look once again from face to face, as the room once again fell silent. Vinnie starred at the ice pack within his hand, Throttle, his head bowed as his arms were crossed about his chest, and Modo leaned back in his chair, all lost in thought.
"Just how long has he been here, Charley?" Modo asked after a few more moments of silence, drawing Vinnie's attention to her once again.
"I don't know maybe two, three days at most," Charley responded with a shrug.
Vinnie did not like what he was hearing and deep down he didn't want to believe Silver was telling the truth. The more he heard the angrier he got, not necessarily at Silver but at himself for wanting to believe in the tall black Martian, as well as, the dilemma that was thrust before him and his Bros.
"Has he told you anything, Charley, anything at all about his kind or his problems?" Throttle asked, not moving from the position that he sat in save the slight twitch of an ear or tail.
"No," Charley said turning to look at Throttle. "Not until a few minutes ago, but it wasn't really anything much about his situation, just feelings."
"Feelings?" Modo asked, as he lofted a brow at Charley. "What feelings?"
"I don't know, it was." Charley replied, then paused with a slight sigh as she sat back on her knees, towel in one hand as she looked at the half cleaned spot on the floor. "It was.desperation.sorrow." She said softly, barely above a whisper before drawing in another breath and speaking louder once again. "I don't know it's kinda hard to explain."
She then looked back up to everyone cocking her head slightly as if she were going to say something more, but she just shook her head again and went back to cleaning the spot.
"He's just baitin' you along sweetheart," Vinnie said in morose tone as he watched Charley work at the spot on the floor, his mood darkened as he hung on every word that Charley spoke. "He'll say anything to get ya to trust him before he betrays us all."
Charley's head snapped back up at Vinnie's statement, "What."
"I think that this is something that we're going to have to think on Charley," Throttle said, interrupting before the situation turned into an ugly argument.
Charley drew in a deep breath, bit back her words and changed the subject. She cleared her throat and spoke, looking more to Throttle then the others as she did so. "You guys never really answered my question. What is a Drifter? He looks no different then any other Martian that I've seen, save his silver hair."
"They're filthy, woman stealing bastards, that's what they are," Vinnie said vehemently as he sat up straight, the ice pack falling from his hand to land with a slushy crack on the desk. "What more is there to say about them. He should just crawl back under whatever accursed rock he crawled out from under."
"Whoa there Vinnie, take it easy Bro," Modo said as he blinked at his white furred friend
Vinnie then stood up, his long tail lashed back and forth behind him as he gestured with one hand before speaking again in that same angry tone, "if he thinks that he can take Charley girl away from us he's got another thing commin'."
Charley's jaw just dropped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or seeing for that matter. It was not like Vinnie to fly completely off the handle like he was.was it? She felt awkward and unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to defend Silver, everything that he had done so far for her seemed to be out of genuine kindness, but she also wanted to support the guys, her friends that she has known for the past couple of years. Her gaze flowed between Modo and Vinnie helplessly before she turned her gaze to Throttle.
"Why should I?" Vinnie responded and wheeled to face Modo, he was willing to vent his anger in any way that he could at the moment. "Give me one good reason why."
"Hey Bro, I'm on your side," Modo said as he held his hands up before him, in a sign of surrender. "I just think that you may be over doing it a bit, that's all."
"Is." Vinnie started.
"Hold it Bros," Throttle said as he stood up and stepped between the pair. He turned and leveled his gaze at Vinnie. "I think that we all need to just calm down here. Fighting and arguing is not going to solve anything. As I said before this is something that we have to think about and discuss what we are going to do, that doesn't mean dragging Charley into a fight inside her own garage."
Vinnie backed down a little, his ears flattened back for a moment before he stormed off, heavy boots thumped across the concrete floor. He said nothing as he paused to look over his shoulder before he opened the door and stormed out, slamming the portal closed behind him.
Charley stood up slowly as the conversation started to look as if it was going to become violent.
"Vinnie.wait," Charley called after the white mouse before he made it to the door. She took a few steps forward and dropped the towel.
"Just let him go Babe," Throttle said as he placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "He's not going to listen to anyone at the moment."
Charley flinched at the sound of the slamming door, before her gaze turned to look up at Throttle. It was hard to tell what was going on behind the tall Martian's shades. She felt lost, part of her still wanted to help Silver, despite the Bros reactions, but the other part of her wanted to side with them, her friends, what was she to do?
Modo turned his gaze to Charley in a look of apology, "I'm sorry Charley," he said. "I think it would be best if we left."
With out another word Modo started towards the door, what else was there to do but try and find Vinnie and see if they could calm him down? This was not going to be an easy situation for him or his Bros for that matter.
"Throttle, Modo," Charley said breaking the silence that hung heavily over the room as she turned around to face the two men, Throttle's hand sliding off her shoulder with her movements. " Can you tell me what is going on, please? I don't understand what the problem is with Silver, like I said before, he doesn't look any different from any other Martian mouse that I have seen, why the animosity?"
Throttle sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes sliding closed behind the dark lens. Modo stopped half way to the door and turned to look at Charley, whose gaze floated back and forth between the two of them. The look on her face was a jumble of emotions that shifted between concern, confusion, hope and sorrow.
"The Drifter clan as a nasty reputation, Charley," Throttle said after a few moments of silence before he turned and started across the room towards Silver's sword was left to lie after it was dropped upon the floor. Bending down he grasped the handle and hoisted the weapon up at an angle a few feet before he grasped the blade carefully and picked it up. He then turned holding the sword before him upon his palms. He chuckled slightly before he spoke, "Man, this thing is heavy."
"They are known for doing some pretty bad things, Charley ma'am," Modo said as he watched Throttle cross the room to pick up the sword. He didn't exactly want to say that they stole women, since well Silver was staying here at the Last Chance with her. A furred brow was raised when he heard Throttle's comment about the sword. Before he went over to take a closer look at the weapon.
"How did you know that he was a Drifter?" Charley asked as she watched the two men. Her arms held before her half crossed, half wrapped around herself in a hug. "Was Vinnie right?"
"His tattoo," Throttle replied, as he turned his gaze down to the sword in his hands for a few moments as he overlooked Charley's second question. He'd prefer not to answer unless he had to. "Most to of the clan have that tattoo or wear that symbol somewhere on their person.
Modo just listened, as he studied the sword before he moved off to pick up the scabbard. He took the sword from Throttle and slid it back inside its sheath and walked over to Silver's motorcycle and laid it on the floor next to the machine.
"Your right Throttle, it is heavy." Modo commented as he turned around.
"I think that it is time for us to leave, Charley," Throttle said as he crossed the room to the woman once more and laid a hand upon her shoulder. "I think it would be best if we caught up with Vinnie before he does something he might regret later." Modo nodded in agreement, before he added, "You know how reckless Vinnie can be."
Charley just nodded, she didn't know what to say as she watched the two men turn and leave. She heard their motorcycles roar to life as she crossed the room to Silver's own massive machine and she placed a hand on the seat and stood there lost in thought. This was not the way that she planed on spending the day.
* * *
Desperation. sorrow, Charley's words echoed within Throttle's mind, as he rode back to the scoreboard with Modo, to occupy his mind with thoughts and questions. Could we be wrong? Have the tales about that clan been made up of lies all of these years? He sighed and shook his head slightly. Can we believe him.can we trust him? His concern seemed genuine..
"Penny for your thoughts," Modo said as he looked over at Throttle in concern, they were almost back to the scoreboard and the blond man had said nothing the entire trip, like Modo hoped he would.
"I don't know big guy," Throttle started, "This is a difficult situation to handle."
"I know what you mean," Modo said with a shake of his head before he turned his gaze to the man next to him as they pulled into Quigley Field, both pausing to look up at the scoreboard, both of them hoping that they would find Vinnie there.
* * *
It was dark when they entered the scoreboard, not a sound whispered through their home save the sounds of their own heavy footsteps.
"Looks like we're not so lucky, Modo," Throttle said, "Vinnie's not here."
Throttle made his way cautiously through the interior of the scoreboard that served as a living room and flicked on a light. He looked around at the room and blinked, it was trashed.
"Looks like he was hear at some point in time," Modo said as he shook his head, "what a mess!"
Throttle just sighed as he ran a hand through his hair yet again as his eyes slid closed behind his glasses. Just don't do anything stupid, Vincent, he thought, as he dropped his hand and looked around the room.
"Guess it's time to clean up," Throttle says after a moment, looking at the sea of papers, clothing, overturned furniture and a couple of broken root- beer bottles.
* * *
After a few hours of good cleaning and a much needed shower Throttle sat down in a chair, boots removed and placed out of the way, his vest, scarf, and gloves were draped over the recliner's back. Tiny droplets of water clung to his pelt and hair, glittered like diamond dust in the lamp light. Propping his feet up he let out sigh of frustration as he rubbed the bridge of his muzzle, eyes closed as his shades sat upon the table next to him along with his jewelry.
"No sign of Vinnie yet, Throttle?" Modo asked as he entered the room, a towel draped about his broad shoulders, bootless feet padded across the floor as damp footprints marked his trail across the room. He sat down in a chair across from the blond mouse, his bionic hand resting upon one knee as he tried to clear the water from his ears with the corner of the towel.
"No," Throttle replied softly as he dropped his hand and propped his elbow upon the armrest, before placing his chin upon his balled up fist.
Modo shook his head, "Man I hope he doesn't do anything stupid," he remarks before turning his gaze to the man before him. "What's on your mind Throttle?"
"That Drifter," Throttle replied, "It just doesn't make sense."
"I know, the more I think about it the less it makes sense," Modo replied in agreement. "Drifters don't ask for help, they're loners and thieves.."
"What if they're not," Throttle interrupted as he lifted his chin from his hand and sat up straight. "What if what we have been taught all of these years is wrong!" He banged his fist against the armrest as he grit his teeth, he didn't want to admit that he thought that Silver was telling the truth, but he couldn't deny it either.
"You believe him too, huh," Modo responded softly as he dropped the towel to its resting place around his neck.
"Yes and no," Throttle replied as he leaned forward, bowing his head as he raised his hands to his forehead. "As much as I don't want to, there are things to take into consideration that are making me, believe he is telling the truth."
The dark grey mouse nodded, listening as he shifted to sit in a more comfortable position. His long tail twitching slightly as he went back to try and get more water out of his ear in an almost absent minded fashion.
"His adverted gaze when Charley saw Vinnie held at sword point, his concern for Charley's safety, his very body language," Throttle continued speaking directly about Silver this time, "every spoken word.. there is no possible way all of that could have been acted out in his condition. But to what end. Can we trust him?" He shook his head. "Can we truly trust him?"
"You sound like you're coming to a decision, Throttle," Modo said as he watched the blond man. "If everything that you say is true, which I believe it is, I was starting to notice many of the same things that you pointed out. I wonder if he is that desperate that he has thrown everything out on the table, even if that means his own life."
Throttle's head snapped up, his dark crimson gaze focusing on Modo, as his grey furred friend's words hit home. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Modo replied in confusion.
"The last thing that you said," Throttle replied, the words almost catching in his throat.
"That, that Drifter is desperate, and he may be risking everything, even his own life?" Modo question, paraphrasing what he had just said. His head cocked to the side in mild confusion. "Is something wrong?"
"No, Modo, what do you think about giving this Drifter a chance?" Throttle said all of a sudden.
Modo placed a hand to his chin in thought, "I think that he at least deserves that much, after all he could have killed Vinnie, or have tried to use Charley to get to us. The only thing now is to try and convince Vinnie.
"You might have made me come to a decision, big guy, but I have to talk to Charley first," Throttle replied as he sat up straight. "And possibly that Drifter as well."
September 22, 2003
Copyright Drifter Song 2000-2004, all rights reserved
Chapter 7: Aftermath
By Drifter Song
His ear twitched as the soft moan of leather noted the shifting of his form as Throttle looked up at Charley, his hand lowered from its place against his chin. He twisted to get a better look at the woman as he placed his right hand upon his thigh and rested his left arm across the upper part of his leg, just above his knee.
"I don't know Charley," Throttle said in his own soft tones as he shook his head, her form reflecting in the lens of his glasses. "This seems to be a bit out of the ordinary for one of his kind."
"Man, I know what you mean," Modo said as he ran his right hand over the top of his head. "It's not everyday that a Drifter will go to anyone, especially for help."
"Drifter?" Charley asked as she came into the room, she then looked around and wrinkled her nose at the mess in the room.
She walked over and picked up the last clean towel on the floor as well as the bowl. Taking the two items over to the sink she dumped the dirty water, rinsed the bowl and refilled it before going over to the bloody spot and started to clean it up, hoping that someone would answer her question.
"That's what he is Charley girl," Vinnie said as he lowered the ice pack, the bruise looking a slight bit better.
Charley stopped what she was doing to look once again from face to face, as the room once again fell silent. Vinnie starred at the ice pack within his hand, Throttle, his head bowed as his arms were crossed about his chest, and Modo leaned back in his chair, all lost in thought.
"Just how long has he been here, Charley?" Modo asked after a few more moments of silence, drawing Vinnie's attention to her once again.
"I don't know maybe two, three days at most," Charley responded with a shrug.
Vinnie did not like what he was hearing and deep down he didn't want to believe Silver was telling the truth. The more he heard the angrier he got, not necessarily at Silver but at himself for wanting to believe in the tall black Martian, as well as, the dilemma that was thrust before him and his Bros.
"Has he told you anything, Charley, anything at all about his kind or his problems?" Throttle asked, not moving from the position that he sat in save the slight twitch of an ear or tail.
"No," Charley said turning to look at Throttle. "Not until a few minutes ago, but it wasn't really anything much about his situation, just feelings."
"Feelings?" Modo asked, as he lofted a brow at Charley. "What feelings?"
"I don't know, it was." Charley replied, then paused with a slight sigh as she sat back on her knees, towel in one hand as she looked at the half cleaned spot on the floor. "It was.desperation.sorrow." She said softly, barely above a whisper before drawing in another breath and speaking louder once again. "I don't know it's kinda hard to explain."
She then looked back up to everyone cocking her head slightly as if she were going to say something more, but she just shook her head again and went back to cleaning the spot.
"He's just baitin' you along sweetheart," Vinnie said in morose tone as he watched Charley work at the spot on the floor, his mood darkened as he hung on every word that Charley spoke. "He'll say anything to get ya to trust him before he betrays us all."
Charley's head snapped back up at Vinnie's statement, "What."
"I think that this is something that we're going to have to think on Charley," Throttle said, interrupting before the situation turned into an ugly argument.
Charley drew in a deep breath, bit back her words and changed the subject. She cleared her throat and spoke, looking more to Throttle then the others as she did so. "You guys never really answered my question. What is a Drifter? He looks no different then any other Martian that I've seen, save his silver hair."
"They're filthy, woman stealing bastards, that's what they are," Vinnie said vehemently as he sat up straight, the ice pack falling from his hand to land with a slushy crack on the desk. "What more is there to say about them. He should just crawl back under whatever accursed rock he crawled out from under."
"Whoa there Vinnie, take it easy Bro," Modo said as he blinked at his white furred friend
Vinnie then stood up, his long tail lashed back and forth behind him as he gestured with one hand before speaking again in that same angry tone, "if he thinks that he can take Charley girl away from us he's got another thing commin'."
Charley's jaw just dropped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or seeing for that matter. It was not like Vinnie to fly completely off the handle like he was.was it? She felt awkward and unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to defend Silver, everything that he had done so far for her seemed to be out of genuine kindness, but she also wanted to support the guys, her friends that she has known for the past couple of years. Her gaze flowed between Modo and Vinnie helplessly before she turned her gaze to Throttle.
"Why should I?" Vinnie responded and wheeled to face Modo, he was willing to vent his anger in any way that he could at the moment. "Give me one good reason why."
"Hey Bro, I'm on your side," Modo said as he held his hands up before him, in a sign of surrender. "I just think that you may be over doing it a bit, that's all."
"Is." Vinnie started.
"Hold it Bros," Throttle said as he stood up and stepped between the pair. He turned and leveled his gaze at Vinnie. "I think that we all need to just calm down here. Fighting and arguing is not going to solve anything. As I said before this is something that we have to think about and discuss what we are going to do, that doesn't mean dragging Charley into a fight inside her own garage."
Vinnie backed down a little, his ears flattened back for a moment before he stormed off, heavy boots thumped across the concrete floor. He said nothing as he paused to look over his shoulder before he opened the door and stormed out, slamming the portal closed behind him.
Charley stood up slowly as the conversation started to look as if it was going to become violent.
"Vinnie.wait," Charley called after the white mouse before he made it to the door. She took a few steps forward and dropped the towel.
"Just let him go Babe," Throttle said as he placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "He's not going to listen to anyone at the moment."
Charley flinched at the sound of the slamming door, before her gaze turned to look up at Throttle. It was hard to tell what was going on behind the tall Martian's shades. She felt lost, part of her still wanted to help Silver, despite the Bros reactions, but the other part of her wanted to side with them, her friends, what was she to do?
Modo turned his gaze to Charley in a look of apology, "I'm sorry Charley," he said. "I think it would be best if we left."
With out another word Modo started towards the door, what else was there to do but try and find Vinnie and see if they could calm him down? This was not going to be an easy situation for him or his Bros for that matter.
"Throttle, Modo," Charley said breaking the silence that hung heavily over the room as she turned around to face the two men, Throttle's hand sliding off her shoulder with her movements. " Can you tell me what is going on, please? I don't understand what the problem is with Silver, like I said before, he doesn't look any different from any other Martian mouse that I have seen, why the animosity?"
Throttle sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes sliding closed behind the dark lens. Modo stopped half way to the door and turned to look at Charley, whose gaze floated back and forth between the two of them. The look on her face was a jumble of emotions that shifted between concern, confusion, hope and sorrow.
"The Drifter clan as a nasty reputation, Charley," Throttle said after a few moments of silence before he turned and started across the room towards Silver's sword was left to lie after it was dropped upon the floor. Bending down he grasped the handle and hoisted the weapon up at an angle a few feet before he grasped the blade carefully and picked it up. He then turned holding the sword before him upon his palms. He chuckled slightly before he spoke, "Man, this thing is heavy."
"They are known for doing some pretty bad things, Charley ma'am," Modo said as he watched Throttle cross the room to pick up the sword. He didn't exactly want to say that they stole women, since well Silver was staying here at the Last Chance with her. A furred brow was raised when he heard Throttle's comment about the sword. Before he went over to take a closer look at the weapon.
"How did you know that he was a Drifter?" Charley asked as she watched the two men. Her arms held before her half crossed, half wrapped around herself in a hug. "Was Vinnie right?"
"His tattoo," Throttle replied, as he turned his gaze down to the sword in his hands for a few moments as he overlooked Charley's second question. He'd prefer not to answer unless he had to. "Most to of the clan have that tattoo or wear that symbol somewhere on their person.
Modo just listened, as he studied the sword before he moved off to pick up the scabbard. He took the sword from Throttle and slid it back inside its sheath and walked over to Silver's motorcycle and laid it on the floor next to the machine.
"Your right Throttle, it is heavy." Modo commented as he turned around.
"I think that it is time for us to leave, Charley," Throttle said as he crossed the room to the woman once more and laid a hand upon her shoulder. "I think it would be best if we caught up with Vinnie before he does something he might regret later." Modo nodded in agreement, before he added, "You know how reckless Vinnie can be."
Charley just nodded, she didn't know what to say as she watched the two men turn and leave. She heard their motorcycles roar to life as she crossed the room to Silver's own massive machine and she placed a hand on the seat and stood there lost in thought. This was not the way that she planed on spending the day.
* * *
Desperation. sorrow, Charley's words echoed within Throttle's mind, as he rode back to the scoreboard with Modo, to occupy his mind with thoughts and questions. Could we be wrong? Have the tales about that clan been made up of lies all of these years? He sighed and shook his head slightly. Can we believe him.can we trust him? His concern seemed genuine..
"Penny for your thoughts," Modo said as he looked over at Throttle in concern, they were almost back to the scoreboard and the blond man had said nothing the entire trip, like Modo hoped he would.
"I don't know big guy," Throttle started, "This is a difficult situation to handle."
"I know what you mean," Modo said with a shake of his head before he turned his gaze to the man next to him as they pulled into Quigley Field, both pausing to look up at the scoreboard, both of them hoping that they would find Vinnie there.
* * *
It was dark when they entered the scoreboard, not a sound whispered through their home save the sounds of their own heavy footsteps.
"Looks like we're not so lucky, Modo," Throttle said, "Vinnie's not here."
Throttle made his way cautiously through the interior of the scoreboard that served as a living room and flicked on a light. He looked around at the room and blinked, it was trashed.
"Looks like he was hear at some point in time," Modo said as he shook his head, "what a mess!"
Throttle just sighed as he ran a hand through his hair yet again as his eyes slid closed behind his glasses. Just don't do anything stupid, Vincent, he thought, as he dropped his hand and looked around the room.
"Guess it's time to clean up," Throttle says after a moment, looking at the sea of papers, clothing, overturned furniture and a couple of broken root- beer bottles.
* * *
After a few hours of good cleaning and a much needed shower Throttle sat down in a chair, boots removed and placed out of the way, his vest, scarf, and gloves were draped over the recliner's back. Tiny droplets of water clung to his pelt and hair, glittered like diamond dust in the lamp light. Propping his feet up he let out sigh of frustration as he rubbed the bridge of his muzzle, eyes closed as his shades sat upon the table next to him along with his jewelry.
"No sign of Vinnie yet, Throttle?" Modo asked as he entered the room, a towel draped about his broad shoulders, bootless feet padded across the floor as damp footprints marked his trail across the room. He sat down in a chair across from the blond mouse, his bionic hand resting upon one knee as he tried to clear the water from his ears with the corner of the towel.
"No," Throttle replied softly as he dropped his hand and propped his elbow upon the armrest, before placing his chin upon his balled up fist.
Modo shook his head, "Man I hope he doesn't do anything stupid," he remarks before turning his gaze to the man before him. "What's on your mind Throttle?"
"That Drifter," Throttle replied, "It just doesn't make sense."
"I know, the more I think about it the less it makes sense," Modo replied in agreement. "Drifters don't ask for help, they're loners and thieves.."
"What if they're not," Throttle interrupted as he lifted his chin from his hand and sat up straight. "What if what we have been taught all of these years is wrong!" He banged his fist against the armrest as he grit his teeth, he didn't want to admit that he thought that Silver was telling the truth, but he couldn't deny it either.
"You believe him too, huh," Modo responded softly as he dropped the towel to its resting place around his neck.
"Yes and no," Throttle replied as he leaned forward, bowing his head as he raised his hands to his forehead. "As much as I don't want to, there are things to take into consideration that are making me, believe he is telling the truth."
The dark grey mouse nodded, listening as he shifted to sit in a more comfortable position. His long tail twitching slightly as he went back to try and get more water out of his ear in an almost absent minded fashion.
"His adverted gaze when Charley saw Vinnie held at sword point, his concern for Charley's safety, his very body language," Throttle continued speaking directly about Silver this time, "every spoken word.. there is no possible way all of that could have been acted out in his condition. But to what end. Can we trust him?" He shook his head. "Can we truly trust him?"
"You sound like you're coming to a decision, Throttle," Modo said as he watched the blond man. "If everything that you say is true, which I believe it is, I was starting to notice many of the same things that you pointed out. I wonder if he is that desperate that he has thrown everything out on the table, even if that means his own life."
Throttle's head snapped up, his dark crimson gaze focusing on Modo, as his grey furred friend's words hit home. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Modo replied in confusion.
"The last thing that you said," Throttle replied, the words almost catching in his throat.
"That, that Drifter is desperate, and he may be risking everything, even his own life?" Modo question, paraphrasing what he had just said. His head cocked to the side in mild confusion. "Is something wrong?"
"No, Modo, what do you think about giving this Drifter a chance?" Throttle said all of a sudden.
Modo placed a hand to his chin in thought, "I think that he at least deserves that much, after all he could have killed Vinnie, or have tried to use Charley to get to us. The only thing now is to try and convince Vinnie.
"You might have made me come to a decision, big guy, but I have to talk to Charley first," Throttle replied as he sat up straight. "And possibly that Drifter as well."
September 22, 2003
Copyright Drifter Song 2000-2004, all rights reserved