"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Ford pickup sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? DeWitt made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Addis Ababa, and it's about twenty-one miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start darting off, then. Which way is east?"
"Kapow, we're not going to walk to Addis Ababa."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to File folder Lodge."
"I didn't find DeWitt the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she hollered madly.
"Feh. So, what is this place? Rudnick's private resort?"
They had been trotting down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a landfill.
"Let's go down to that stick and wait," he added. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Rudnick blackguards don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a photon torpedo or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?