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Buying a motorhome or RV can be an exciting time. However, the process can also be overwhelming. From figuring out your budget to choosing a model, there are several important things to consider before making the purchase.
First and foremost, you need to know why you want to buy an RV. This will help you decide on a model that will suit your needs. For example, if you’re looking for an RV for your family to enjoy weekend camping trips, a travel trailer or pop up camper may be the best fit.
If you’re planning to buy a RV for long-term travel, you may prefer a Class B motorhome or a micro camper. These can be a good fit for a family of four and offer ample space for sleeping.
Before shopping for an RV, make sure to get a financing quote from a lender, so you’ll know what to expect when it comes to monthly payments. This will help you plan your budget for the purchase and avoid overpaying.
You can also use websites such as RV Trader to research the prices of different models and find deals on new or used RVs. If you’re shopping for a used model, check out the price history of that unit to make sure it hasn’t depreciated too much.
Once you’ve compiled a list of vehicles that you’re interested in, shop for your next rig with a dealer or an online RV marketplace. Many of these platforms have a search engine where you can filter by make and model, so it’s easy to find the right match.
Buying from the dealer is usually a better option than sourcing a used RV through private parties, because they have extensive experience with RVs and can help you get a good deal. The dealership will also be able to provide you with warranty and service information.
If you’re buying a used RV, look for signs of wear and tear that could mean it’s about to break down. These include things like dents, chips and scratches. In addition, it’s a good idea to check for any leaks that might be in the RV.
When you buy a used RV, it’s vital to take a good look at the roof. While it may not seem important at first, a roof leak can cause serious damage to your unit. In addition, you should check for any signs of mold and discoloration on the RV’s exterior.
Another important thing to look for when you’re buying a used RV is the condition of the tires. These are a very expensive part of the RV, so it’s crucial to check them before you sign on the dotted line.
Finally, be sure to test drive any RV you’re considering before you sign on the dotted line. This is one of the most important things to do when it comes to a vehicle like an RV, because they’re much different than cars and can be difficult to drive.
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Chapter 57 - SBT
Here it is!
"You got it?"
"Oui, Mundy, I get inside your van, grab a tee-shirt and a pair of trousers and come back up to you. Don't worry I should not be long."
Mundy trusted Lucien with the keys of his van. He finally let go of them and sighed. Lucien put them in the inner pocket of his jacket. He adjusted his suit one last time.
"Lu'?"
"Hm?" Lucien stopped as he was about to open his front door.
"C'mere."
They shared a dear embrace.
"What is it?" Lucien felt there was more.
"Don't lose the keys, ok?"
"Mon amour…" Lucien wrapped his arms around Mundy's neck. "I would rather lose my suit than lose them." He softly said.
Mundy smiled.
"Sounds like a good deal." He answered chuckling and Lucien rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Give me a minute, I shall be back shortly."
"Sure, love."
Lucien exited the suite and Mundy shut the door after him.
"Meow?"
"Don't worry, baby kitty, he'll be back in a bit. Meanwhile, you wanna help me with the dishes?"
Perle trotted to him and pushed herself on her back legs to stand up.
"Yeah, c'mere."
He scooped her off the floor and put her on his shoulder as he tidied up the breakfast table.
Meanwhile, Lucien exited the hotel and headed for the parking lot, where he easily found the campervan. He unlocked the backdoor and slipped in before flipping a switch.
The lamp on the ceiling turned on.
"Ah, an old yellow bulb, what a surprise. Oh?"
Lucien got hit by the lingering scent of his lover, still floating in the air of his campervan. He smiled before going to the cupboard to follow Mundy's instructions but…
"Hm."
He would be a fool not to seize the opportunity.
Lucien let his eyes explore his lover's belongings under the sunlight which was peeking through the blinds. He pulled on the string to pull them up and let more light in. He switched the old lightbulb off. His smile widened.
The bed was undone, the cupboards were messy. On the wall hung a few kukris and pictures. Lucien got closer and inspected them. He blew the dust away from them and couldn't help but grin. Mundy looked like the shy type, even as a child. On this first picture, he was holding a fish that he had just caught. It was as big as half his size!
His father was kneeling behind him and holding him by his shoulders, smiling proudly to the camera. Indeed, they didn't share much physical resemblance, confirming the fact that Mundy had been adopted.
Lucien looked at another photograph. Ah, this one had mother, father and… teenage Mundy. Interesting. Mundy was very tall and very slim too, maybe even skinny. His hair was long and as Lucien compared the two pictures, he saw that Mundy must have gone through a growth spurt. He was almost comically tall and thin…!
Lucien's eyes moved from one picture to the next on the walls. They were stuck with a touch of transparent sticky tape that had obviously been cut with his teeth. Like the reel of a movie, Lucien saw Mundy growing up and strong while his parents aged. His mother always wore the same compassionate smile but his father… One could see that their relationship wasn't getting better even on just a few pictures. Mundy was always dearly hugging his mother, bending down to wrap his arms around her, while his father stood aside. He had lost his smile. Something must have happened.
Lucien ran his eyes from one picture to the next, back and forth. Maybe there was a clue…?
"Ah, oui."
The Frenchman found it. Mundy's father started distancing himself from the rest of his family at the same time as a rifle started peeking from Mundy's back. So it was when Mundy made of hunting his job that his relationship with his father started to deteriorate, as he had mentioned previously.
Fair enough. Lucien didn't know what his mother would have thought, had she come to know that he had become a spy. Maybe she would have despised him for killing people too? Non, it couldn't be right. Lucien's father had fought in the Great War and he was a military by choice, he hadn't been enrolled as the war effort strained the country. Who knows? Maybe she would have been proud of him participating in the liberation of France?
Lucien shook his head to shoo away those thoughts and looked at the landscapes on the pictures, in the background.
Mundy's parents seemed to live somewhere green, wide and calm. A little haven, outside of any city. All of the photographs were taken outdoors but on some Lucien could see the family house in the background. It looked cosy if a bit old, parts of the wooden framework of the house was visible on the outside and it seemed to have a large terrace.
Lucien smiled, albeit sadly. He wished he could have seen it, that house, before the fire, visit Mundy's parents and see where his precious lover had grown up and lived.
The Frenchman sighed and turned to finally do what he had been sent to do. He went to the clothes cupboard, opened it and indeed, it was in a mess. Contrary to his own wardrobe where everything was hanging up nicely, Mundy didn't take the time to even iron anything. His clothes were in a pile of washed out colours and worn out cotton. Lucien would have despised it all but…
He took a polo shirt and smelt it.
"Hmm…"
The entire cupboard smelt of Mundy and the messy pile of fabrics made so much sense with his personality that Lucien thought it sacrilegious to disturb the mess in any way, shape, or form.
He slipped out of the van and locked it before making his way back to his suite. He knocked and Mundy opened.
"Crikey, you took your time!"
"My apologies."
They both moved to the living room.
"You didn't find my stuff easily?"
"Oui, I did." Lucien handed the clothes to Mundy who started to get a change. For Lucien's greatest regret, the naked, hairy chest disappeared under a layer of beige cotton. "I just got… Distracted."
"What d'you mean?" Mundy removed the pyjamas trousers and put on the brown pair that Lucien had got him.
"I couldn't help but have a look around."
Mundy stopped sharp.
"What?"
"I saw the photographs of you and your family."
"Hm." Mundy zipped up his trousers and closed the button.
"You looked adorable as a child too."
The Aussie smiled.
"Yeah, well, if you say so…"
"You looked shy too."
"Never been the extrovert, eh." Mundy confirmed. "Don't know how people do it."
"How people do what?" Lucien took the pyjamas. They were still warm…
"How they just go and talk to strangers… Never understood it."
"You are adorable." Lucien gave Mundy his sleeveless jacket and when the Aussie was ready, he took his hand and they exited the suite, leaving Perle taking a nap in her basket.
"So," They both took a seat in the van. "To Maurice then?" Mundy asked.
"Oui, please."
"Right."
Mundy started the engine and off they went.
"What did you think?" He asked.
"About what?" Lucien answered.
"The pictures. My mum and Dad."
"Your mother seems to be a very kind woman. The way she smiles as she looks at you is touching. She loved you a lot."
Mundy smiled.
"Yeah, I think she did."
The Aussie's mind wanted to dive back into some fond memories with his mother but the van parked as they had arrived at their destination.
They slipped out of the van and headed straight for the house where a beggar led them to the underground network of tunnels. After a few minutes, Lucien and Mundy were facing Maurice.
"You wanted to see us, Maurice?" Lucien asked as he took a seat around the large oval table. Mundy sat next to him.
"Yes. I have had some news about Duchemin. You might have an opportunity to find him less surrounded than usual."
Both men pricked their ears.
"Alright then, tell us." Mundy bent forward on his chair.
"Duchemin will receive a few guests, well, new potential clients."
"What kind?" Lucien asked. He took his cigarette case out and opened it in front of Mundy who took one and nodded.
"Weapon dealers. They might be old contacts from France having heard that he had landed here."
Lucien lit both Mundy's and his cigarette before wincing at what Maurice had just said.
"Merde."
[Shit.]
"What's wrong?" Mundy asked.
"If people in France know that Duchemin is here," Lucien answered. "Then he surely will expect the secret services to know as well, which means that he might reinforce the security around him."
"Exactly." Maurice said. "But if you act fast, you might get a chance."
"What do you suggest?" Lucien asked.
"Duchemin will surely try to impress his guests, even though they know him. He will want them to trust him as much as they did back in France."
"Ok." Mundy nodded.
"So he will want to perhaps show him that he is doing more than fine in this continent too…" Maurice went on.
"Huh!" Lucien gasped as he started to get what Maurice was getting at.
"What?" Mundy asked, confused.
"Yes," Maurice confirmed to Lucien. "You will find him there and can then dispose of him the way that you see fit."
"Oi, oi, oi, Spook, can you please be clear about this?"
"Think, Mundy!" Lucien said and Maurice's eyebrows jumped at the use of M's full name. "Duchemin wants to show his guests that he is still as cunning and powerful as ever, so he will take them to the one resource that he only has!"
"What's that?"
"When you started working again you were after what?" Lucien asked.
"Alligators."
"And what did you find in the end?"
"What d'you mean what I found? Well, the bloody 'gators!"
"Mundy! What did we infiltrate together?! Have you forgotten?!"
"Bugger! The animals! The old sugar factory!"
Lucien nodded.
"You get it! Duchemin will take his guests to those hangars and show off his collection." Lucien added before turning to Maurice. "How many people will he receive?"
"Half a dozen at most."
"Hm. I see. When will all that take place?"
"Tonight."
Both men looked at each other in slight surprise. Tonight was quite soon, they didn't have much time to prepare.
"Right, we'll do it." Mundy said and nodded at Lucien. The Frenchman reciprocated.
"Oui. Let us go and prepare."
"Before you go," Maurice said. "May I have a word with M?"
"I will be waiting in the van." Lucien said and caught the keys that Mundy threw him with ease. He exited the room and one of the beggars led him out of Maurice's hideout.
Meanwhile, deep under the ground, Mundy was staring at Maurice.
"What d'you need?" He asked.
"To confirm something."
"Alright, what is it?"
"He told you, didn't he?" Maurice asked.
"About what?"
"About what he is, who he is."
Mundy nodded.
"Yeah, he did."
"I do not blame you, if I swung that way I would probably do the same but…" Maurice raised his eyes to Mundy under his bushy eyebrows. "Do not let his looks fool you. The man is dangerous, very much so."
"What are you tryin' to say again?" Mundy asked.
"I can see it in your eyes, M. You have always been so honest, completely incapable of lying or hiding anything."
"What are you gettin' at?"
"The way he gave you that cigarette nonchalantly, the way he lit it for you, the way he, too, looks at you. It is dangerous, M, for you and for him."
"What is dangerous?!" Mundy snapped.
"Your relationship together."
He blushed.
"M, I am simply trying to avoid you some trouble. Do not get too attached to him." Maurice advised.
"Why?"
"Once his job is done, he will have to go."
"Where?" Mundy asked.
"Where the next mission calls."
"You and I both know it's bullshit."
Maurice's bushy, salt and pepper eyebrows visibly jumped.
"What do you mean?" The beggar asked.
"Quit your lies. We both know what's next for him when he finishes the job. He told me."
"So you are trying to make him appreciate his last days?" Maurice asked. "That is generous of you. I am surprised, not by the altruism on your part, but by how far you have come out of yourself for an old man you barely know."
"I know enough." Mundy answered and frowned.
"And yet you still let yourself grow attached to him, even though you know his life is over."
"It's not over. I'm with him. We'll get through this."
"It is, Mundy, France has already sent more agents and as soon as he is done with Duchemin, poof! One of the greatest spies of the twentieth century will be part of the history he helped to create." Maurice shook his head. "Such a shame… Such a ridiculous end for a great man."
"Maurice?"
"Oui?"
"I'll get him safe and protect him."
"You can't." Maurice chuckled mockingly. "If you do, you would have to kill a few agents and that would attract an awful lot of unwanted attention on yourself. All that for what? For L and your own death."
"Don't care."
Maurice's smile dropped when he realised how serious Mundy was.
"What are you doing, Mundy?"
"The right bloody thing. Look, you don't need to understand or help. I know you work for them too. You do what you need to do, and I do what I need to." Mundy's stare was deadly behind his aviator glasses.
There was a pause, some long silence, during which Maurice pondered. Mundy was clenching his fist. Nothing Maurice could say or do would stop him. Yes, he would help Lucien if it's the last thing he did. It didn't make sense objectively but of course it didn't need to make sense for anyone else but himself. Besides, the past ten years hadn't made sense even for himself. But this, this made an awful lot of sense. And if Maurice or anyone else wanted to try and convince him otherwise, then he shall firmly refuse. Nothing and no one could set Mundy off his course. Yes, he might die while trying to protect Lucien, but the Frenchman was worth every sacrifice. He had fought her and won, without doing anything but flapping his eyelashes, to reveal his ice drop like eyes.
He had defeated Solitude.
Tackled her face first in the ground, crushed her bones, punched her teeth off, strangled the soul out of her and gouged out her eyes.
All of that with a bat of his long, black eyelashes in the poor Aussie's direction.
"Mundy?"
"No, Maurice, you won't change my mind. I know you probably won't get it but I've made up my mind."
"What would your parents say?"
Mundy frowned.
"They're not here anymore."
"Yes but if they were, what do you think Caroline and Mike would say?"
"Dad wouldn't understand. He'd call me a crazed gunman again and would look at me with so much disappointment I could eat my rifle out of shame."
"And your mother?"
"She'd… I hope she'd understand. I mean, she's always been more sensitive than Dad, maybe she'd get it."
Maurice tilted his head back on his wooden throne and smiled.
-- Later in the van --
"You have taken your time."
"I was as fast as I could actually. Sorry it's been a bit long, love."
Mundy took the driver's seat. He removed his hat off his head and looked at Lucien.
"You are not starting the van? We need to hurry, Mundy."
"I know, but Maurice wanted to have a chat with you too."
"What about?"
"Don't know, but he said you should go alone."
"I will try to be quick."
"Take your time, luv'."
They exchanged a quick kiss and Lucien slipped out of the van. Mundy stared at his slim silhouette walk in the street that mismatched his impeccable suit before he disappeared in one of the houses.
When Lucien emerged, he walked resolutely to the van and slipped in.
"Maurice gave me some additional details on the mission. Let us proceed, Mundy."
"Right, where to?"
"Richard, the tailor."
"You need a suit now?!" Mundy asked and he looked at Lucien for an instant.
"Not exactly. Richard's business does not only rely on custom made clothes."
"Oh, ok… What did Maurice say?"
"France has taken some aerial view pictures of the hangars with thermal cameras. We know what animals are in which hangar. From that, we can predict the route Duchemin will take to show his guests around."
"How can we do that?"
"Very simply. All we have to do is think like him." Lucien said. "If I wanted to impress business partners, I would show him the best species last, non?"
"Yeah."
"And this is where your expertise comes in, Mundy."
"Oh?"
"I need you to identify the animals on these infrared pictures and tell me which are the most impressive ones."
"Alright, hold on for a sec, here's the tailor, I'm gonna park and you can show me the stuff."
"Merci."
The van parked and Lucien handed the folder with the photographs to Mundy.
"Crikey… Hard to tell… That's gotta be the big cats, that's wolves, coyotes and such… Uh…. There's barely any signal there so I'd say reptiles, crocs, maybe snakes? Those are tiny dots, quite blurry… Birds maybe? Parrots, budgies and the like… Hm. So I guess I'd start here where the bids are, birds are quite harmless." Mundy let his finger go through the picture and outline a route. "Then go to the reptiles. They're much scarier but people rarely see them for real so they're not as afraid of them as they would wolves, which would be next. Leave the big cats for the end. If he's holding rare species, he must have a few white tigers or something. Those usually have their effect on people."
Lucien had listened carefully and silently. He raised his head from Mundy's finger on the pictures, to his eyes behind the aviator glasses.
"What?" The Aussie asked. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He lightly chuckled with a sweet smile.
Lucien was lovestruck and it made Mundy's heart beat faster.
"I love you." The Frenchman simply answered. "I love you so much… I can hardly get enough of you and-..."
"Uh, luv', I feel the same for you eh, but why say this now? Let's get Duchemin and stuff. After that, you can tell me that you like me as much as you want, ok?"
"Kiss me."
Mundy's eyebrows jumped.
"Please, Mundy."
But how on Earth could Mundy resist those eyes, that voice, that loving whisper? He couldn't, and after glancing in the parking lot where no one else was, he obliged. He bent on his side and while he put a hand on Lucien's thigh, the Frenchman almost leapt at him and cupped his face in his gloved hand for a kiss that lasted quite a while.
Mundy didn't want to pull back. If Lucien had asked him for it in such a desperate manner, it was no doubt because he needed it. On the other hand, Lucien clung hard to the man he wanted to be with all the time. Never had a presence been so pleasant at his side. Pleasant, and all rest.
But Mundy wondered. Why the sudden need for a proof of love? Why now as they were getting very close to Duchemin's end?
Maybe the Frenchman was more similar to Mundy than what the Aussie thought. Maybe he craved to be looked at, touched and loved as much as Mundy did.
Maybe.
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