"2018?" Luis repeats. "Did you ask if there were flying cars yet?" It's a joke, of course, with 2018 only being 14 years away. But he's trying to lighten the mood.
"I think for now we keep an open mind." He leans back thoughtfully, able to mostly mask the grimace as a twinge of pain runs down his spine.
"Sorry to say, Sancho, but I don't think we'll be shooting our way out of this one."
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"I think for now we keep an open mind." He leans back thoughtfully, able to mostly mask the grimace as a twinge of pain runs down his spine.
"Sorry to say, Sancho, but I don't think we'll be shooting our way out of this one."