>>25191478Feeling that the traditional morning back-and-forth banter was getting the gang nowhere, Ariana took it upon herself to hasten things by a great margin. Forcefully she roused the sleeping smoker, hurrying Petrel and Proton out the door at fingernail-point. Towards the princess she showed more courtesy, only lightly prodding their guest of honor to quicken her awakening and move. It was a testament to the accumulated slowness of the pair that it was the person she was most mad at whom she treated the best.
And yet, despite that fire-brand temper of hers, sometimes just a little smidge of that old-fashioned passionate anger is all that's needed to get things moving. And my how things do get moving when that girl gets passionate. 'Head out of the gutter Archer. There's a time and a place for those kinds of thoughts, and it's after the treasure is ours.'
"Of course, Ariana-chan" Archer replied. "Without delay." Let's just do one last little quick check before heading off. "Petrel? Check. Proton? Check. Princess? Check." All three Ps, cramped in the backseat of the silver-grey 1984 Honda Civic, whose sunroof was now riddled with eight bullet holes courtesy of one trigger-happy chav. That poor princess, forced to share a backseat with such unsavory people, while the upper-class As share the front. Maybe we'll spare her a share of the treasure as a way of saying 'thanks for putting up with our shit!' Certainly being kidnapped by four strangers, only two of whom speak your language with any proficiency, and carted and dragged about as though she were a mere object would necessitate the gifting of some slight recompense.
"Right then, last day, best day. Let's get a move on!" Key in the ignition. Roar of the engine. Foot on the clutch. Engage drive. Hit the gas.
And for the love of God, don't forget the music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZZqgH_6A5A 
