In Richard's mind weapon distribution was quite simple. The girls should have the best weapons because it levelled the playing field. Besides, he just felt more comfortable with people like Lily holding onto deadly weapons. She seemed less likely to get into the sort of leadership feud that already appeared to be broilling between the alpha-males of the group.
That sort of thing was so foolish.
was the manliest of all of them.
As uneasy as Richard was with the passing of the weapon from Lily to Aaron, she seemed to trust him with it, so there seemed no point in arguing. That didn't, however, mean that he was going to give up his so readily. And now more than ever he had a reason not to. Also now more than ever he had a reason to actually check what it was.
He dropped the bag, crouched and tore the zipper open, only to find... a piece of notepaper.
Sorry, your weapon did not fit in the bag. We hope you like treasure hunting!
As he wandered off to look around the base of the tree, Richard thanked his lucky stars once again. Karma like this simply didn't happen to most people, he was truly blessed. Being tucked in by the friendly terrorists like he was that morning, getting to sleep in what was surely the most comfortable tree in the wilderness, having his goods stored nicely out of harms way until he could retrieve them, and now this. Things just kept getting better and better. Yessiree.
It didn't take him long to find his weapon waiting for him, propped up against the tree. It appeared he had been assigned a truly fearsome armament with which to dispense justice. A mop.
He took the mop. His
mop. There were many like it, but this one was his. He twirled it in his hands, sweeping it in a couple of arcs while he was still out of sight of the others. He guessed he could handle this, it was more Jackie Chan than Bruce Lee, but so what? He was going to engage in some serious mop-fu. He was going to clean up this island. He'd sweep crime from under the carpet.
The sheer number of puns he could use was more than enough to endeer the weapon to him. And as he walked back to the group he was already hard at work coining some more. Maybe he could use a few to stop the others mop
Yeah that was terrible.
Their illustrious leader and his comedic sidekick had already left when he returned, mop over shoulder like a continental soldier. A girl he didn't recognise was also walking away from them. Aileen had been kind enough to wait and invite him to follow though.
So with nothing better to do he nodded, and followed.
((Richard Continued in Where Do We Go From Here?