"The British have a way of deciding things that they call heads or tails. I propose we let fate decide, or luck if you believe in such a thing."
Roland was looking at him as though he'd gone mad.
"Stop fooling about." Said Roland.
"I'm being serious. I am going to throw these three coins in the air and let them land on the floor. Just a single toss of three coins and if it's mostly tails we ride in to rescue the damsel. If it's heads we sit on our backsides and wait for orders. Agreed ?"
"No it's not agreed ! I really worry about you sometimes."
Serge ignored Roland and threw the coins so high that one bounced of the hotel room ceiling. They landed and they could both see the result was that all three coins showed tails. Serge put his gun back in its holster and put on his jacket.
"It seems fate isn't being subtle today. All three tails.... We ride Roland, we ride !"
Roland just sat in the chair and watched as Serge picked up his car keys and opened the door.
"I'm not going, this is crazy."
"You'll follow me out and get in the car, I'm certain of it."
"How can you be so sure ."
"Because you care Roland, you'd never be able to face your pretty wife and tell her you let me get killed."
Serge left the room and went out to the car park and sat in their car. By the time he had the engine started, Roland was opening the passenger door and entering the vehicle.
