The matress squeaked under the weight on Dirk dropping down onto it. He hated traveling by any means not created or domesticated by man. Having a spell and a fifth dimensional imp carry you across the globe was not his idea of First Class. He gazed out the window of his room and saw the fish factory below. The ex-soldier wished that he had a better view. At least the wind was out of the east this time. Maybe he could get a little rest and put this whole Zombie/Amazon thing out of his mind.
"Can I speak to you for a minute," said the head the peaked in through his door. The body soon followed. Tayden pulled up a chair and sat at the foot of Dirk's bed.
"For fuck's sake! You'd think an angel would have better manners."
"Oh. Sorry. Buy about the book we found."
"You're talking about the book that you said was it? That He said was it?"
"Yeah. That one. I've been thinking about it. He told me that it was the book that we were meant to find. He never said that it was the book that we were hired to find. It's got to be for something else."
"Look," Dirk said as he stood up. "I don't give a damn if it sprouts wings and flies. It wasn't what we were after, and it wasn't what I was willing to fight a fucking zombie horde for."
"Sometimes, there are things that are more important than...."
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," the gunslinger said in a rythme of annoyance while pushing Tayden out of his door.
"I'm not leaving," the angel took his stand. "What I have to say is of the most importance, and I'm not leaving until I say it."
"Ok. You stay and deliver your sermon. I'm leaving." He walked out the door and slammed the door behind him.
"I need to start thinking these things through a little better," the ex-angel mused to himself.
