Unnamed Journal Volume 2, Issue 5 - Page 13

Ulysses and the Fugitive, Ch. 1 something else I wanted to check, though. Can I see the stuff we picked up earlier? I want to figure out how much and when at the burn." "You plan too much my friend," Giles said with a sigh. "It's all in my bag; have a look." Ulysses got their drugs out of Giles's bag and began taking inventory. He peered at each of the little plastic bags individually, ignoring the cocaine. It looked like they had enough weed to share with others if they wanted to. There was a decent amount of everything else for two people but not more. Overall, their supply looked a little slim, but it would do the job. "Does the stash meet your satisfaction, Herr Doktor Lee?" Giles was using his bad German accent. "Ja, das ist gut," Ulysses responded. "All right, I think that's everything I can think to check tonight. I'm going to wind-down for a few, then go to bed." "Cheers, mate." Ulysses nodded to his friend as he walked through the doorway into his bed room. UJ