Centaurian Ch. 02

"The bag unzips from both directions." Ronan tapped the pull from the opposite side of the same zipper.

Liam unzipped it from the right and inside was a white linen suit. Ronan zipped it back, turned the bag around, and got him to unzip it from the left. Inside was various and sundry bathroom items and other necessities. He zipped it back and unzipped it from the right and the bag was empty for whatever he wanted to bring. Ronan closed it, turned one end of the bag toward Liam. When he unzipped it, he found ten thousand dollars in American currency bundled in stacks of tens, twenties, and fifties. When he re-zipped it, he turned the bag to the opposite end and opened it again. It contained ten thousand euros in European currency divided into the same denominations, an Italian passport, and a wallet with an Italian driver's license, and various other pieces of identification, all of which had his photo on them.

Liam appeared stupefied as though he had just witnessed an illusionist performing a particularly convincing bit of street magic. He stood there studying the Italian passport. "Is all this real?"

"Of course, it's real," said Ronan. "Let's get changed, get a smoothie, and decide where we're going. Whatever you need, be sure to bring it, like your US passport."

"Okay, Dolos," said Liam sifting through the Italian wallet. "I have no clue how you managed it, but you're a genius. Thank you. I just hope we don't get arrested while attempting to use any of it."