Sam's Earth: Detroit

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Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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"I don't think I'm stuck," Leeroy said with a smile. "Why don't I come wit' ye?"

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She bit her lip against the surge of gratefulness and relief that nearly made her cry. "Great! Do you have everything?"

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"I didn't come here with much," Leeroy said with a grin, "but I'd love my ol' Deece back, but I ain't gonna get it, so I guess I'm ready."

He wondered why she seemed so grateful that he'd decided to come along with her. And then he wondered why he was wondering. If he was in her place, wouldn't he have done the same thing?

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"What's a Deece?" She got a drink of water from the sink, then went and held the door open with her butt.

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"It's an interchangeable weapon system. We got yer typical blaster, and snipin' attachment, and a good anti-armour attachment too. Good fer blowin' stuff up." He shrugged again. "I bin raised wit' it most me life."

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Sam watched him walk out, absently trying to make her hair stop standing on end, then flipped her hood up and let the door close. It was still raining. She stood for a moment under the roof overhang and spun the room key around her finger.

-God, here I go again. Here we go. Guard us and guide us and bring us through this safely. I bind the whole trip and what happens on it and everyone we meet to your will.-

She continued for a few more moments, doing spiritual warfare before setting out to do the physical kind.

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Meanwhile, Leeroy whistled absently as he walked out into the rain, and wondered absently why Jeimu hadn't sent him here without a gun.

Because you deserved it! came her voice in his brain suddenly.

Well, I'm in a bit of a spot, he sent back, so d'you mind?

Fine. You don't seem like you're in a rush to come home, anyway. A shimmery spot appeared at his feet, and a pistol skittered along the ground. It belongs to Tom. Don't lose it.

"Sweet deal," he muttered, putting the safety on the gun and pocketing it. He then looked behind to see Sam playing with her hair.

"Ready?" he asked, a wide grin on his face.

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"Almost," she said absently, still praying and twirling the keyring. "I could've lent you a few guns."

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"Nah, I'm set," he said, walking over to the parked Impala and leaning on the hood, checking his other pockets absently for whatever might appear.

He found some Roll Up The Rim To Win rims (apparently, he'd forgotten to cash in two donuts and a coffee), a pen with chew marks on the end, a dog biscuit for Wilcoxe, and a pack of gum. It was all bafflingly useless, and Leeroy was thankful that Jeimu had actually elected to listen to him for once.

The rain fell, but it didn't bother him in the least.