“Ben.” Riley called, glaring pointedly at the back of his partner-in-crime’s head as they walked through the streets of DC. Ben was rambling on about the Bonus Army who had set up camp at Anacostia Flats, just across from the Capitol, in 1932. The rant went uninterrupted. “Ben.” Still nothing by way of response. “Ben!”
The elder wheeled around to face him. “What, Riley?”
“I just thought you might want to know that those guys? The ones we ‘lost’ three streets back? Are standing right in front of us.” He’d spotted the two thuggish goons out to interrupt their latest attempt at treasure hunting-protecting-locating-whatever a while back, but his less than aware companion had not listened and now they were running out of yardage between them and the bad guys.
Ben hummed. “Oh.”
“Oh, that’s it?” The younger scoffed incredulously, as they rounded down an alley. “Just ‘oh’?”
“Did you have a better suggestion, Riley? I’m all ears.” He mused, frowning when the alley they had wandered down turned not into an exit to the next street, but rather to a dead-end of a brick wall.
“How about ‘Oh, crap!’ or ‘Oh, no. We’re both going to be killed!’ or ‘Oh, my god, what do we do now!?’” Riley suggested, just as their shadows appeared at the mouth of the alleyway. “Ben, Oh, my god, what do we do now!?”
The metallic glint of guns was quite the worrisome addition to the already problematic situation.
“You already said that one.”
“I know.” Riley gulped. “I was kind of hoping for an answer.”
I was unclear on if 'Enough said' was the prompt or not, so I went with yes. :3
The elder wheeled around to face him. “What, Riley?”
“I just thought you might want to know that those guys? The ones we ‘lost’ three streets back? Are standing right in front of us.” He’d spotted the two thuggish goons out to interrupt their latest attempt at treasure hunting-protecting-locating-whatever a while back, but his less than aware companion had not listened and now they were running out of yardage between them and the bad guys.
Ben hummed. “Oh.”
“Oh, that’s it?” The younger scoffed incredulously, as they rounded down an alley. “Just ‘oh’?”
“Did you have a better suggestion, Riley? I’m all ears.” He mused, frowning when the alley they had wandered down turned not into an exit to the next street, but rather to a dead-end of a brick wall.
“How about ‘Oh, crap!’ or ‘Oh, no. We’re both going to be killed!’ or ‘Oh, my god, what do we do now!?’” Riley suggested, just as their shadows appeared at the mouth of the alleyway. “Ben, Oh, my god, what do we do now!?”
The metallic glint of guns was quite the worrisome addition to the already problematic situation.
“You already said that one.”
“I know.” Riley gulped. “I was kind of hoping for an answer.”