looked left, then right, and spotted a cab. He raised his hand and the
cab shot forward, coming to quick halt before him. The cabbie was about
to
get out of the vehicle to help the disguised panda with his luggage, but
his fare had already whipped open the door, leapt inside and slammed the
door behind him. "Drive."

"Where to mac?"

Panda stared at the cabbie, disbelieving his ears. With a smile, and
shaking
his head, Panda barked the destination at the cab driver. Sensing his
passenger's urgency, the driver tipped his hat, and the car leapt forward
into
the early evening traffic, soon just a speck among the rush...

   Mike grinned, idly adjusting his cab driver's uniform. This was too
easy. Good thing Panda wasn't on the mux, that hat tipping business would
have given him away.
   Swerving around a stalled car, he tried to decide on a customer for the
fugitive. Sure, the Taskmistress had offered a reward...but the Tigeress,
Kendra, Stargazer, and the horde of others would probably be interested as
well.
   Oh well. Plenty of time to decide. In the meantime, there had to be
somewhere to stash him...
   Whistling a merry tune, Mike drove on, blissfully unaware of the 5-odd
tracking devices attached to various parts of the cab...

- Mike of No Particular Title or Handle
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  /  \    l   Mike Loader - Lincolnite, Amberite, Illuminatus, Discordian,
 / () \   l      Journalist, Author, Traveler, Historian, Java Fiend.
/      \  l        Trier - LA - LV - Kiev - Reno - Hong Kong. Fnord.
--------  l                    mloader@scs.unr.edu
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