| Could Wolfwood be a better chess player than priest? Not likely till Millie helps out. Later Mille and Wolfwood help a couple escape from a caravan that exports slaves. But when Vash is hired to stop them at any cost, will it cost him his friends too? Could it be Vash really is a cold blooded killer? And Meryl seems awfully understanding of Vash's postition. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I thought I told you no more gambling at chess! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| How am I suppose to look cool with her hanging onto me? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Cool tattoo... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wolfwood...the solitary smoker. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hey, Vash, look right. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Dude, are those Timberlands?! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Don't you just love those puppy dog eyes? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||