It’s shortly after breakfast when Max returns with a swagger in his step, a glint in his eye and a bulge in his pants.
“Awwight gang, it’s nice to be back,” he says, genuinely happy to be reunited with his colleagues. “So did you miss me?”
He comes over to Autumn and Taeva.
“Do you want a look at The Beast then, ladies?” he grins.
“I think I’ll pass on that,” says Autumn.
“So Max. This thing in my hand isn’t actually a gun-its called a Data Corer," Taeva says. "Basically it generates a short range EMP pulse which plays havoc with electronics and computer systems. My question is – this new penis of yours. What what happen if I held it near here and pressed the trigger?”.
“I dunno, darlin’. I didn’t ask about that. I’d probably end up with the muvver of all stiffies that wouldn’t go down for a month. Although it might drop off too, I suppose. I guess I should really buy it a cyber-condom to wear to stop it from happening.”
“Or is it organic?" she asks. "Don’t be coy Max.”
“I bleedin’ wish, darlin’,” Max replies. “I bleedin’ wish!”
“Anyway, enough of the dickin’ around for the moment,” he says, tossing his bags into the stateroom that he shares with Arvor. “Autumn an’ I need to start earnin’ our keep again fastish or else we’ll be out of cash.”
“I’m on the case, Max,” Autumn says with a hint of irritation.
“Awwright darlin’, don’t get yer knickers in a twist. I was only checkin’.”
“Anyway, I need to get crackin’,” he continues. “Prepare to watch El Maestro at work.”
He flexes his fingers and starts pressing number on his commo.
“Awwight mate, it’s Max. So whatcha got for me today? I’m in the market for high-tech today – headin’ for Overnale so them carrot-crunchers should be easily impressed.”
“Maybe. Depends on ‘ow much yer askin’ for it.”
“‘Ow much??!! Yer ’avin’ a bleedin’ giraffe mate! It ain’t worth that an’ you know it. So stop pissin’ around an’ give me a sensible price.”