"What? Who?" I asked confusedly as I rub the dust out of my eyes.
"The rebellions!"
So much for sleeping. Drat!
"The rebellions!" Douchebag cries and takes out a gun from his bag that he had kept at his side.
"You said that the front was clear!" Kwame says, indignantly. "How the three of us can handle such a large group!"
"Run towards your camels, we need to make a run!" Feechi calls, discarding the palm branches and picking up on his saddle with kwame behind and douchebag settling upon his own saddle.
"Would someone explain to me what's happening?" I was still sitting with my cover and legs sprawled against the desert sand.
"Get the gel! Get the gel! The boss would ave oa' thwoats if something was to appen to a'!" Feechi yelled over his camel and the douchebag with his gun came running back to me.
