“Hey, Bucket, why are we going to Frankston for steel supplies again?”
“I already told you,” snarled Bucket. “We need to keep the purpose of our mission out of the narrator’s actual stories. You’ll have to wait about three hundred words until I can tell you again.”
“Sorry,” said Harvey. “I just find it hard to remember stuff that happens between our narrated stories. I’ll trust that you know what you’re doing for now. Still, I’m not sure cutting the narrator out of our adventures is the best idea.”
Bucket didn’t have a head, but if it did, it would have shaken it. “We’ll be much better off on our own. Don’t be frightened by the narrator cancelling us for half an hour. When my plan is complete, that won’t be happening again.”
The narrator wasn’t sure how that was possible, but at this point, they were morbidly curious to discover what the Bucket had planned. For whatever reason, Bucket and Harvey were headed for the best steel suppliers Melbourne had ever seen. What would they achieve there?
Harvey continued driving toward the Frankston steel supplier – one which he’d found by searching on the internet. Apparently, this particular steel fabricator near Melbourne was the absolute best when it came to discretion, which was what Bucket claimed they needed.
If he recalled correctly, they were going to get Bucket some much-needed upgrades in order to help them overthrow the narrator, but he couldn’t be entirely sure that was actually what Bucket had said. It was possible that he was simply remembering it wrong. He’d have to ask again once the story ended.
The unfortunate truth was that Harvey couldn’t shake the feeling that this plan was not a good idea. He felt pulled between two forces; Bucket and the narrator. Each wanted him to do what they desired, but maybe Harvey wanted to do something for himself. Would that be so wrong? At least the narrator was allowing Bucket’s plan to go forward for now.
He wasn’t sure what he’d do if those two forces began to fight. Which side would he choose?