Wolfwood glances at the hulking man from where he's busy unloading the cooler and boxes from the Angelina II in order to park her in the limited garage space.
"Funny. I think he's thinking the same thing about us."
Michael's right, though: the guy is paying attention in a way that's distinctly unnerving when the whole point of this endeavor is to get the supplies to the orphanage with as little trouble as possible.
The engineer points a pen at the boxes. "What're those?"
"Communion." Wolfwood pats the Punisher. "Just transporting them back to my church."
It's a good enough answer that the guy doesn't ask any more questions, just locks them up with the rest of the valuables people are shipping, and calls the all aboard.
"Come on." Wolfwood says it low, at Michael's shoulder. "He'll be going with the girl to one of the staterooms. Best place for us is the cafeteria. It's on the other side of the steamer."
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"Funny. I think he's thinking the same thing about us."
Michael's right, though: the guy is paying attention in a way that's distinctly unnerving when the whole point of this endeavor is to get the supplies to the orphanage with as little trouble as possible.
The engineer points a pen at the boxes. "What're those?"
"Communion." Wolfwood pats the Punisher. "Just transporting them back to my church."
It's a good enough answer that the guy doesn't ask any more questions, just locks them up with the rest of the valuables people are shipping, and calls the all aboard.
"Come on." Wolfwood says it low, at Michael's shoulder. "He'll be going with the girl to one of the staterooms. Best place for us is the cafeteria. It's on the other side of the steamer."