Having Marty along side him as he continued his mad race across the outskirts of the New Cluster was more hindrance than help. Besides Marty’s constant complaining, he was slower and more awkward than Talon and had already almost gotten them caught twice.

“Talon, if we get through this without being killed,” he panted, “I’m going to kill you.”



No matter what they did, the Rips found them and were always on their tail. “Don’t you have an Enforcer plan?” Talon struggled to say as they raced under a vehicle overpass.



“Yeah, for two-hundred a month.” Talon knew what that meant. Marty could file a report with a one cop, but that was about it. Such a plan would barely be enough to let them into a cop shop. They were going to have to think of something else.



Looking behind him, Talon saw the bobbing mohawks of the Rips come into view, silhouetted against the endless lights of the city. “We better get moving,” he said, then hugged his jacket closer to him. That was when he felt something in his pocket. Pulling it out, he found that it was a small package wrapped in plastic. It gave a bit under his fingers… like… it… was… filled… with… powder.



“Oh damn,” he swore to himself.



“Come on Talon they are coming,” Marty said, but Talon barely heard him. He was staring at the small blinking red light trapped in the center of the package. “Talon what is it?” Marty persisted.

“That little roach,” his said, anger flooding his words. “Come on!”



The Rips were almost upon them when Talon took them up the other side of the bridge. They hurried up the sandy incline and hadn’t reached the top, before they heard curses following them from below. Ignoring them, Talon raced to the side of the road.



“Keep an eye out for me,” Talon said. “Let me know if they get too close.”



“They’re already too close.”



Despite his friend’s warning, Talon waited. He knew what he was looking for. Marty squealed in panic, but Talon wouldn’t be moved from his spot on the side of the road. He could hear the Bangers, they were nearly to the pair. He was just thinking he might have to take up the run again, when he saw what he was looking for.



A large truck barreled towards them, drawing a flatbed behind it. Without hesitation, Talon tore the blinking light out of the package and then tossed it onto the junk filled bed of the truck. Like a demon’s missing eye, the red device flew through the air, hit the back of the cab, and then landed in the bed of the truck.



As soon as that was done, Talon grabbed Marty’s arm and they hid behind a pile of trash. The Rips came up only seconds later and the pair tried to hold their breath as a stream of curses flew from their lips that would have made an inmate on death row blush.



“They must have jumped onto a vehicle,” Ax spat.



“What are we going to do?”

“Don’t worry, he can’t hide,” Ax said, but was already moving away from them. A minute later they were gone from sight.

Looking down, Marty pointed at the packet. “What’s that?”



“Oh, I almost forgot. This was what they were looking for. My guess is that it is Cain.”



“What are you going to do with it? That must be worth a thousand universals easy.”



“My inclination is to toss it into a sewer.”



Marty was hesitant. “I might know someone who would pay good money for it.”



“I don’t want to deal with it.”



“You wouldn’t have to.”



“Okay, give me a hundred universals bucks and it is yours.”

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