The Grandfather of the Reunion

Prologue 1-7

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Starting first memory playback with: Memory from certain day

[They return to their sweet ride, only to discover a band of five bandits, armed with bats and pipes, possibly in a patrol judging by their armoured pickup truck, having fun mimicking like they're actually driving Hosea's bike. They liked the fact it was in perfect condition, but it seems they weren't aware of the gas station just two blocks down. They're American judging by how they lack tails, ears, forsake grammer, have leather jackets; which Hosea is reluctant to ruin such a perfect jacket, and they're more louder than their guns. Which they fortunately don't have at the moment.]

[Hosea, after noticing them quickly, immediately halted, and retreated slightly, his forearm stretched to cover Sani, who is understandably confused and scared.]

Adler: "What was that?!" <In a panicked hushed voice>

Hosea: *Looks over his shoulder slightly to talk to Adler, but not to look at her.* "Damn bandits, molesting my bike. Adler, stay here, and if trouble ensues, run, and don't look back."

Adler: *She sputters frustratingly.* "I'm not a goddamn kid! I can handle myself! I can help!"

Hosea: "Just listen to me, okay?" *He drops the gas canister on the ground, slings his hunting rifle over his shoulder, checks the chamber to see if there's a bullet, and nods to see it confirmed.*

*He removes his denim jacket next to release some weight, and hands it over to Adler, who drapes it over herself, and acts as if it was a cape, covering her bag, and herself.* 

*He then brushed up his hair, grabbed the gas canister to pretend he came back, and charges into action.

[Adler watches as Hosea walks into view of the bandits. The five bandits, while having fun with Hosea's bike, sprang into action as he appears out of a corner, carrying a gas canister, while holding a rifle sling on the other. He speaks in a brooklyn accent for extra intimidation, and leans back to get a deeper tone of voice. His white hair, old look, and less than appropriate apocalyptic attire deducted some intimidation points however.]

Hosea: "Ey! What the hell?! That's my bike! Get the hell outta there!"

Bandit 1: "We don't see your name on it, greaseball."

Bandit 2: "Ey, fat Tony, look, he has a gas canister." <He mimics Hosea's accent to mock him>

Bandit 1: *He eyes him down, and sees a gas canister on his right. Left by their perspective. He gets off of the motorcycle, and smiles.* "Look ova here! Wannabe tough guy claims this bike is his!"

Hosea: "It's because it is! Leave before I do something drastic!"

Bandit 3: "Like what, old man? Like what!?" *He closes in, smacking his baseball bat on his palm, but was stopped by his friend beside him.*

Bandit 1: "Ey boys! Teach this guy a lesson, break his goddamn legs." <He fakes a New York mobster accent to mock him too>

Bandit 4: *Puts lead pipe over his shoulder, and throws a cigarette. Its ashes, burning or not, splatters on the ground.* "Sure thing, boss! Consider it done!"

Bandit 5: "I'm gonna teach you some manners, old man!"

Bandit 2: "Knock him back to the goddamn 1950s!"

Hosea: "You're cruising for a bruising!"

Bandit 4: "Hey! Exon Valdez called! They want their oil back!"