[ It is utterly ridiculous. There's nothing that doesn't scream foolishness about this. But the banners it flies should be at least a little familiar. It might have been 30 some years ago, but only the Crusaders had flown such a flag. And the white stallion in the trailer behind should have been a clue.
The largest clue yet was the giant shadow in the driver's cockpit. There are few men that are that large. And even fewer that would recognize that visor or that jacket from such a distance. Or it could be the horse. Reinhardt was pretty fond of Apollo. He sometimes slipped the animal treats when he went to saddle Grani for another of his adventures.
He reaches up to pull the little horn and the house makes an impressive train whistle before he's slowing to a stop and heading to open the side window to lean out and yell towards the distant man. ]
IS THAT WARRIOR 67 I SPY?!
[ Sorry, Jack. He's not going to ever let you live that down. ]
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The largest clue yet was the giant shadow in the driver's cockpit. There are few men that are that large. And even fewer that would recognize that visor or that jacket from such a distance. Or it could be the horse. Reinhardt was pretty fond of Apollo. He sometimes slipped the animal treats when he went to saddle Grani for another of his adventures.
He reaches up to pull the little horn and the house makes an impressive train whistle before he's slowing to a stop and heading to open the side window to lean out and yell towards the distant man. ]
IS THAT WARRIOR 67 I SPY?!
[ Sorry, Jack. He's not going to ever let you live that down. ]