You and Diana go to a Pub to find some of your friends.

Diana:
These are the reinforcements?

You:
Yup.

Diana:
Are these even good men?

You:
Hmm. Relatively.

???:
Even in Africa, gentlemen, we haven't seen such luxuries. But the luxury we have now.... it's like we can't stop making money! So, my uncle, the prince, and I-

You:
Boy! Which prince is that?

???:
*looks at you, then back at the soldiers* I decided to extend a few opportunities for a few good soldiers...

You:
But, seriously, which prince? Hey, Sultan Angora Mynx Cashmere, can I talk to you for minute?

???:
Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.

You:
*to Diana* "Bar", well a "Pub".

???:
You bugger. I've been greasing those peacocks all night, and you..... *notices Diana* Oh my goodness gracious. That's a work of art. *referring to her body*

You:
Sameer, Diana. Diana, Sameer.

Sameer:
Hi, Diana. You can call me Sammy, please.

Diana:
"Sammy."

You:
Uh, Sameer, I wouldn't do that if I were you. *to Diana* Sameer's a top undercover man. He can talk the skin off a cat in as many languages as you can.

Diana:
*in Sameer's native language* He doesn't look that impressive to me.

Sameer:
But you do to me. Your eyes, as soft as your smile....

Diana:
And your eyes.... look like they want something.

Sameer:
I know Chinese too, tricky girl.

Diana:
But can you recite Socrates in Ancient Greek?

Sameer's confidence just went down by tenfold.

You:
Oh, your done. *to Sameer* Where's Charlie?

Everyone hears a glass breaking, and looks to see a guy punching another guy on a chair.

Sameer:
La Voila.

The man picks up the other guy and pins him to the wall, while still punching him.

Diana:
At least this "Charlie" is good with his fights.

The guy punches Charlie to the ground.

You:
That's not Charlie.

Charlie:
*after drinking a glass of alcohol* Doctor! May God put a flower apon your head, old man. Good to see you.

You and Charlie tap your glasses together.

Diana:
So, what where you fighting about?

Charlie:
I mistook his glass for mine. It happens.

Diana:
*to you* This man is no fighter.

You:
Charlie is an excellent marksman. It means he shoots people.

Sameer:
From very far away.

Charlie:
They never know what hit them. *drunken chuckle*

Diana:
So, how do you know who you kill if you can't see their faces?

Charlie:
I don't. Trust me it's better that way.

Diana:
You fight without honor.

Charlie:
Who gets paid for honor? Eh?

Sameer:
*to you* So, what's the job, boss?

You:
Uh, two days, tops. We need, uh, supplies and passage to Belgium.

Charlie:
What's the going rate?

Sameer:
It better be good pay.

You:
Yeah, well, here's the thing. Um, I told you it was going to be quick. And there's a lot to be gained by this. It's for a great cause, uh, freedom.

Sameer:
Hmm.

You:
Friendship, uh..... ending the war, friendship...

Sameer:
So, you have no money. *to Diana* All I want is a picture of your pretty face.

Diana:
*to Sameer* You don't need a picture... because I'm going with you.

Sameer:
What? What is this?

You:
We're going to drop her off at the front.

Sameer:
"Dropping her off"?

You:
Yeah.

Charlie:
Listen, sweetheart, I'm not getting myself killed, helping a wee lass out of a ditch.

The guy who Charlie took his drink from comes back with a magnum.

???:
There's the little thief! We don't need your kind around here!

Diana grabs his hand and throws him to the other side of the Pub.

Sameer:
I'm both frightened and aroused.