Insane Improbability

Chapter 4: The Last Willow

The sun was making its slow descent towards the horizon as Tristan, Hank, and Tricky walked along a dirt road, walking past a few old warehouses and an abandoned factory. Hank was looking at a phone he had Tristan manifest with the Improbability Drive. He was trying to figure out where they were.

Hank:  "...SO, APPARENTLY, WE ARE ABOUT TEN MILES FROM THE CENTER OF SOME PLACE CALLED 'UNION CITY.'"

Tricky:  "...NEVER HEARD OF IT."

Hank:  "REALLY?  THE AUDITOR NEVER MENTIONED IT?"

Tricky:  "BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I PAID ATTENTION TO MOST OF WHAT HE SAID."

Tristan:  "...you remembered what he said about me-"

Tricky:  "I SAID 'MOST OF,' DAMNIT!!!!"

Tristan:  "Oh, right...so, what's a Union City?"

Hank:  "GOOGLE SAYS THAT IT'S THE CITY WHERE UNION RESIDES."

Tricky:  "...BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS UNION?!?"

Hank:  "IF YOU WOULD BE PATIENT, I'D FIND OUT."

Tricky:  "I DON'T NEED TO BE PATIENT FOR YOU TO USE A FUCKING MOBILE PHONE, ASSHOLE!!!"

Tristan:  "Tricky, can you calm down, please?"

Tricky:  "NO!!!"

Hank:  "ALRIGHT, I FOUND OUT WHAT UNION IS."

Tristan:  "Oh, cool.  What is it?"

Hank:  "A SCHOOL THAT TRAINS PEOPLE TO BE HEROES...SOUNDS LIKE BULLSHIT TO ME."

Tricky:  "WHO THE FUCK NEEDS SCHOOL FOR THAT?!?"

Hank:  "APPARENTLY THIS ONE SPECIFIC PART OF JAPAN."

Tricky:  "...WAIT, JAPAN?  AS IN THAT COUNTRY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE OCEAN?  HOW THE HELL DID WE END UP HERE?"

Tristan:  "...that is a good question."

Tricky:  "...THANK YOU FOR YOUR INSIGHTFUL COMMENTARY."

Tristan:  "You're welcome!"

Tricky:  "...GODDAMNIT, KID..."

Hank:  "NIGHT'S ABOUT TO FALL.  I SAY WE CAMP OUT IN ONE OF THESE ABANDONED WAREHOUSES UNTIL TOMORROW.  THEN WE'LL EXPLORE THIS 'UNION CITY.'"

Tristan:  "...I wonder what it's  like in one of those cities..."

Tricky:  "FUCKING SHIT.  FILLED WITH RICH, ELITIST ASSHOLES."

Hank:  "...YEAH, PRETTY MUCH."

Tristan:  "...huh.  Neat."

Tricky:  "FOR THEM, YES.  FOR EVERYONE ELSE?  MAYBE.  PROBABLY.  I'M NOT EVEN SURE MYSELF."

Hank:  "...JUST...JUST GET IN THE FUCKING WAREHOUSE ALREADY."

Tricky:  "WHICH ONE?"

Hank:  "IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER!!!!"

Tricky:  "GEEZE, CALM YOUR ASS DOWN."

The trio walked into one of the warehouses. It was mostly empty, with a few crates and some broken-down vehicles strewn about. The trio went to one of the corners and pulled out some food, filling their stomachs before they went to sleep.

However, Tristan didn't sleep for long. After a couple of hours, he woke up, seeing moon light filtering through the holes in the ceiling. Tristan slowly stood up and walked outside, being careful not to wake up Hank or Tricky. A gentle breeze blew across Tristan's face as he walked outside staring at the night sky.