Chapter Two: It's a secret
Mort puts the bags onto a trolley at the airport and wheels them to check-in and baggage handling.
"I can see you're breaking a sweat there, doing all this hard work," says Mort as they begin to hand in their baggage.
"I've got to look my best Mort, while we're away I'm representing you, as your agent," Clementine replies.
"Good answer," replies Mort as they walk to the duty free lounge.
"Alright, we've got an hour to kill," says Clementine.
"Does this mean we've got an hour for you to walk round all these shops?" asks Mort. Clementine nods, smiling.
Still smiling, Clementine takes Mort's arm and drags him into the nearest shop.
"Well, this is as good a starting place as any."
Mort and Clementine waited in the departures lounge, Clementine resting her head on Mort's shoulder with her feet up on the next seat.
"Did you bring your laptop?" she asks. Mort nods.
"It's in my hand luggage." Their flight number is called, and they board the plane, and find their seats.
"How long's the flight?" Mort asks.
"Mort, are you seven years old? Are we nearly there yet? It's not long," replies Clementine. Mort takes out his laptop and begins to type.
"What are you writing?" Clementine asks.
"Summer Mist," replies Mort.
"About?"
"I'm no telling you that! It's giving away ideas to the opposition."
"Come on, you know I won't steal it."
"Well, I don't trust you Clementine Rainey."
"Fine."
"Will you tell me now?"
"No."
"Would you like a drink?"
"No thank you."
"Sir?"
"Yes, could I have a Mountain Dew please? Thanks."
"Will you tell me now?"
"No."
"Well." Clementine took out her own laptop and set it up.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought I'd go onto a very expensive Vegas casino's website and gamble a very large amount of money," says Clementine. "I'm writing."
"Writing what?"
"It's a secret."