Dan was looking onto the trees gazing into the distance as he sat on some fuselage. He was calm, he knew the rescue plane would come soon. The screaming had died down. People were collecting wood for the signal fire and started setting up camp. Dan was bored. He wanted something to happen, anything. He liked the thrill of the cities, never really had time for anything else.
"Hey you, are you going to help us?" said a voice
"No" he sharply answered "Maybe a little later"
"You are such an arse hole you know that"
"Hey, calm it down lady, just trying to relax a little. If you haven't noticed, we have all just survived a damn plane crash. By rights we should all be dead. I'll help you in a minute"
"We need help to set up a signal fire OK, so we can get rescued."
"So that guy then?"
"No!" Dan said. "Look at him, his wallet is not in his back pocket, I'm not Superman, Mickey"
((Mickey was a tall guy with black hair. Dan's best mate. He was always there for Dan what ever. He also had a cockney accent and is wearing a suit. They were in Kings Cross Station in London))
"Oh that guy!" said Mickey
"Where?" Dan said
"There, with with yellow tie standing by the newspaper stand. Look, in his inside jacket pocket"
"OK then but its your turn next. Get over round there with the newspaper."
Dan walked over towards the man. The man was walking away from the stand towards him. Dan grinned smugly.
Dan got up and put my hand on his gun in my belt at the back and walked over towards the others.
"So do you have a name?" Dan asked the woman who shouted at me earlier.
"Liana, if its any of your business, and who might you be"
"Dan, if its any of your business" Dan replied "And anyway like burning a signal fire is gonna help. Ever heard of a little thing called a black box. You know."
"Were doing to save ourselves, not sitting my arse all afternoon watching the birds go by" Liana replied
"Fine, I will go and find some more wood if it makes you feel any better"
"Look, just do whatever OK, just go"
Dan walked towards the guy and looked past him. He bumped into his shoulders and sort of pushed him back slightly and he dropped his briefcase on the floor, spreading his work papers everywhere
"Sorry friend" I said in an Irish accent "Can I help you at all?"
Dan picked up some things and helped him up
"Thankyou my friend" the man said "Just try to be more careful OK"
"Thankyou sir. Goodbye" Dan replied
"Did you get it?" said Mickey
Bringing out a wallet
"Of course"
Dan walked into the jungle and started picking up some logs. I pulled out a cigarette and started smoking. I couldn't take much more of this. I shouldn't even be here.
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