White: queen's pawn d2>d4

Erin stared out the window at the rolling savannah as the plane descended to its destination in Africa. She couldn't believe she was here! She wished her seatmate well and disembarked, and was surprised to find pretty young white woman standing at the gate holding a sign with "Bucke" written on it.

"I'm Bucke," she said with a nod. "Erin Bucke's my name, didn't reckon I'd be greeted by a shiela."

"Charlotte Wilford," the woman replied in a stiff English accent, allowing herself a smirk. "An Australian, I presume?"

"Pride of Whirradong," Erin boasted, hitching her thumb in her bra strap and smiling back. "You my driver, mate?"

"Hardly," Charlotte countered coldly before regaining her composure. "I'm more of a guide. Now let's get you out of here." Erin was impressed as Charlotte led her down the concourse, past customs and out into the African heat.

"Well connected, are ya?" Erin remarked. "How about my luggage?"

"It will be taken care of," Charlotte told her, indicating a stretch limo with an African man holding the back door open.

"This is my kind of style!" Erin exclaimed as she climbed into the cool, dark vehicle. "Take me to Lurba!"