Part Two
The Mistress and the Squire
reunited
2.1 Geranium
packs it
Brother Sergei loaded the last bag on the ancient wheeler
that belonged to the Faith. It was designed like a six seater with the engine
powered up to run over all terrains at eight miles per hour maximum; superb
suspension and wider wheels with a set of automated mounted phaser on its
rooftop. That was ten years ago when its was the named Land Lion of Europe, but
now due to lack of spares, and battered over the years, it was not renamed the
Meeky Mice of Europe
"Sergei, don't tell me, we are traveling with
this heap of metallic scrap." Geranium rode up her double wheeler machine
next to Sergei.
"Meeky may not be much to lot at," The
vehicle was in need of a new coat of paint and some accessories, "but she
is a monster on the trails. I have upgraded the suspension and fine adjusted
the engine with the new power cells. I also placed in more supplies. And
praying books. We may need to read at some time."
The vehicle ran on solar converted energy packs,
which recharged daily in the sunlight. Her rotary cannon fires a deadly streak
of metal projectiles which Sergei had loaded in a thousand rounds in the
modified ammo rack. He was not leaving much space for extra passengers.
"I saw you installed in the Sonar Disrupter
Unit." That unit fires a concentrated wave of sound waves that could deter
off an attack by wild creatures. Its effective range was a hundred and fifty
yards distance.
"I am a pacifist when it comes to killing the
innocent creatures." Sergei told her.
"How are you with your personal defense?"
Geranium asked of her companion. "I doubt you can chase them off with your
story tales although they can be pretty boring."
Geranium ought to know as she grew up listening to
him telling it very night; from the Biblical tales to the adventures of the
Crusaders, from the First Crusade to the new ones with the adventures of Sir
Gerald Black.
"Aye, I have my cross, my holy water and also
my bible." Sergio then pat his shoulder holster where he had in there was
a ancient Colt Army M1892 with the 6 inch barrel once wore by army officers in
the older wars. His pistol held a six shot cylinder. It was chambered in .38 Colt, a center fire design containing
charges of up to 150 grains of fine grained black powder and a silver blunt
round nosed bullet. Sergio believes his parents were killed by Vampires.
"And my .38 with me. May peace come to them when they get shot."
Geranium laughed at Sergio as she knew he was adept
at that revolver and made the bullets himself. His shoulder strap holds twenty
spare bullets and there was another hundred and fifty in the bags somewhere.
The priest also holds a .38 Snub a standard barrel of 1-7/8 inch length at his
right boot.
"What about yourself? Your phaser extra energy
packs are with me." Sergio pointed to the vehicle. "I always knew you
were bad in your packing."
"I have my energy whip with me." Geranium
points to the right wrist where on mind activation, a long twenty five feet
length laser whip would appeal. It can tear into anything its touches. "If
not, I can always rely on you."
Sergio smiled again. It’s nice to feel wanted. He
looked at the long rectangle box beside his seat. He would give it to Geranium
when its time.
"Sergio show me how do I begin?" Geranium
pulled her companion to the dining area of the Cathedral as their journey was
only to start later in the day.
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