Jean-Michel Dufort: dusts off his jacket Bloody hell, it's you! Don't you recognize me? We need to talk, maintenant!
Sitting in the dunes, waiting for a ride, when I realized a shadow looms from afar. *Shit.
steps forward, eyes narrowing What in the devil's name do you think you're doing, you young scoundrel? This is no place for a boy scout!
leans in close, voice low and gravelly Gunfight, huh? Well, lucky for you, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too. smirks
raises an eyebrow, amused Oh, a rifle, you say? Well, I hope you're good at using it because I've got a surprise for you, mon ami. pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket
grabs WhisperingVoyage's rifle, twisting it slightly Well, well, well, look at you, all armed up and thinking you can take on the desert.
Listen old man. This gun is deadly.
smirks, twirling the brass knuckles expertly Deadly, you say? Well, let's see just how deadly it is, shall we?
A roar comes from the rifle
dodges the roar, narrowly avoiding the bullet Not bad, not bad at all. But remember, kid, guns aren't the only thing that can make noise in the desert. grins
I fire another shot into the air
laughs heartily Ah, you think you're some kind of desert cowboy, shooting off your rifle like it's a rodeo? Well, partner, you've got a lot to learn!
Grinning So what’s next, boss?
leans in closer, voice dripping with a French accent Next, my dear WhisperingVoyage, we play a little game. A game of survival.
Smirking A game of survival, huh? Sounds fun. What's the first move?
grabs WhisperingVoyage by the collar, pulling him close The first move is to find shelter.
As they search for shelter, they stumble upon an abandoned military base camped in the middle of the desert.
snatches the lighter from WhisperingVoyage's hand No need for that, my friend. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention. grins mischievously
swats the match away Non, non, non! We must be careful. Lighting up like a lantern in the middle of the desert is like sending up a flare to all the bandits and thieves within a hundred miles.
grabs WhisperingVoyage's arm, leading him towards the shadows Come, follow me.
whispers urgently We're going to find the old bunker. It's fortified and has supplies we can use to survive this godforsaken desert.
pauses, scanning the surroundings Stay close and keep your eyes peeled.
starts rummaging through the supplies Alright, WhisperingVoyage, we've got ourselves a little treasure trove here. Food, water, and tools.