"Long time no see."
Unlike the others who had no communication with one another over the last decade, the Germans had stuck together in begrudging friendship. They wanted to themselves make it to the heist. Not particularly for the reason of care, but more so for the sake of having a more secure trip. Neither wished for their time to be taken up too much.
"Never could I wish to see you more."
"I just want this to be over."
That bus, that horrid bus of which the skeleton named Gary drove. He enjoyed making the group fall around and they weren't even the only group.
"Hey everybody!"
"Shutup and take us there."
"Not one for formalities? I get it."
Gary, was a skeleton of whom wasn't feeling up to being given the silent treatment by the likes of the group. He had never liked his job but like the others in the program ran by the pure hope of returning to their home, Gary hoped to gain his physical features back. When the bumpy ride went back up again, the old men looked around but one caught everyone's eyes. That was the young man in a nice suit with brown hair and piercing good perception.
"Little boy?"
The curse that was English had already come through. Gary was humming a tune as the group began looking at Burino, a bright student who had designed buildings and bridges in the time between. He had gotten more confident in the time between. So much so that some said he was a narcissist. But that was only a half-truth. Half-truths are only halfway to being real.
"How long has it been since we last spoke?"
"Ten years, down to the day."
"Right…"
"You know, you almost look as well off as me."