The desert winds howled and swept sands over the sun-blasted forms of two men, one in a smart suit with a careful haircut, the other in a tank top, with longer, flowing locks and a mask made of a womans' face-skin surgically stapled over his own face
As different as they had become, their pale, skin, dark eyes and dark hair could make one wonder if they were related.
The first to wake was the short haired one, scowling, he opened his eyes which immediately received a blast of course, flying sand.
"Gah F****!" he leaped up covering his eyes with a hand, "Where the f*** is this damn place!" he sounded slightly Boston-ish "Where's the manager!" He drew a knife from his pocket "See about HIS eyes, son of a b****"
As he turned his back to the wind his streaming eyes saw the other man, who he kicked viciously, "Hey! get up an' tell me where you are you p****!"
The second man, puzzled and indignant, opened his eyes which immediately received a blast of coarse, hand thrown sand.
Sputtering and coughing, trying to shake the sand off of his precious face, he got up, and produced a hand mirror, checking to see if his looks had deteriorated at all.
His hair, in the heat and dry, had gone slightly frizzy.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" he screamed sharply, "my hair! my hair! what IS this hell hole!" he had a high, Sicilian or Italian accent.
"What?! you don't know?! I will cut you like a steak!" As the angry suit drew back and pointed his knife, the masked one produced an aerosol can and sprayed into the first ones' eyes.
"Aargh! f***ing ba..." The suit petered off, recognising the eye-spray, and the man who used it.
"Pavi! What the f***'s happened to us!"
"Luigi?" Pavi replied, "I DON'T know! we have to get OUT of here! my SKIN will BURN and PEEL!"
"Its' gotta be Ambers' doing! that b**** wants' Geneco all to herself!"
He saw a castle in the distance, and yelled to Pavi, "come on!" he put the knife away, dragged his brother along for a step, and set off towards the fortification, Pavi followed.