“And who the hell are you, boy?” asked Fat Boy already feeling irascible and annoyed from the long ride. He remembered to give the secret Revelationist hand signal for the regions army corps, the Raven's Claw Battalion of Mount Isa.
“No one rides through here 'boy',” replied the teenager sarcastically, “unless we permit them to. I won't ask you a second time, mate. Who are you and what do you want here?” With that he c****d his rifle, the bolt action was loud in the still evening air.
Blondie stepped forward and raised her hand to show she was unarmed. It was also another of the Raven's Claw hand signals.
“Lord be praised, we've finally gained ascendancy over the heathen masses. The God of the Revelations can now descend to take that which is rightfully His,” she said trying to remember
