In her time as a zoologist and archaeologist, Bishop Truett has encountered the biggest of the big, the baddest of the bad, and the what she believed to be the worst animals this world has to offer.
Until Monarch offered her something better.
Someth...
After the sun had set, the children left to eat, and the lights in the sky arose, the group followed Hank inside the boat to where he sleeps. His room was designed with stuff he had made or stuff he had with him when he crashed.
Now, Bishop was cutting Hank's beard as Reg turned up the radio. "What kind of music is that? What happened to swing? Benny Goodman?" Hank asked.
"You're like a time traveler, man." Reg replies, holding the spear and dancing around with it. "I'm tellin' you, this is the new sound." "Reg can you not swing that thing around?" Bishop asked as she winced watching him almost hurt himself.
"Oh come on it's just a spear." He swung it around again and Bishop held up her cutting tool. "Yeah and this is just a knife that I will use." She threateningly pointing the knife at him. He only smiled and threw around the spear more.
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Bishop shook her head muttering "don't come crying to me when you need me to clean a cut." "It makes no sense to threaten him with a knife if you're worried about him getting cut." Hank mentioned. Bishop stopped cutting his facial hair to give him a look. "Are you seriously saying that when the knife is inches from your eye?" Hank made a motion to zip his mouth and in came and Nieves and they knew he was going to complain about something. "I don't know if I'm going to like who's under this beard." "I hope that thing you call a boat can get us upriver in 36 hours. Because if it doesn't, we are quite literally up a creek." Nieves told Hank. They were right.
"I can't tell when I'm talking or when I'm not talking." Hank whispered to Nieves once Bishop finished cutting his beard. "You are talking." "Really?" "Yes." "I'm talking?" "Yes." "But your mouth is moving." "What?" "I'm going to stab you before the night is over." "Really?" "Just kidding." Hank laughed for a second and then gave a straight face which honestly made Bishop want to laugh and run at the same time. So she chose the running away part, she had something she wanted to do anyway.
As she left the room she unlocked the backpack she had on all day and found a different room that had a giant hole in the wall and decided to sleep there. She sat down and smiled at the lights and remembered the picture. She unzipped the pocket and grabbed the small frame with the picture she treasured and held it close to her as she watched the lights.
She heard the footsteps behind her but chose to ignore them. Then the footsteps stopped and somebody sat beside her. "Beautiful night."
"Is that your go to line?" Bishop smiled. Reg shrugged. "Depends, is it a good one?"
"I've heard better." Bishop brought back their first conversation. "Oh so you can do better?" Reg also reminisced. Bishop laughed and nodded. "I sure can. How about this." Bishop turned towards Reg. "If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber."
Reg immediately started laughing and covered his face. "No Bishop that was the worst pick up line I've ever heard!" Bishop gasped and shoved his shoulder. "What are you talking about? That was pure genius! I'd like to see you come up with something better."
