And working ever onward:

  "I can see that."

  WELCOME

  "Just leave it off. They use those
things on cadavers for God's sake."

I don't think I want to know.

recently arrested (falsely of course)
for parole violations, to my humble
home in an attempt to lighten the mood.
In fact I had finally gotten-"

Heh.

overhead. I felt characteristically
unsure of where I was, as the last
thing I remember was standing frozen in
the drooling face of the largest
spiderbat I had ever seen. But it's
possible *that* was a dream.

One would hope so.

events of my race were waiting to be
dwelled upon. I remembered crashing,
seeing the Gun disintegrated, and even
killing Jarred.

He had it coming.

government agreed with me; though they
tended to target political activists
while I went after assholes.

Heh. Nice way to contrast ideologies.

  Zig came back and gave me a
tumbler of dark liquid. He motioned to
me, so I took a drink. Tasted like
lighter fluid.

Zig: Shoot. That was lighter fluid. Now how am I going to start a fire?

  "'Hysteria-51.'

Love the name.

Drink; it'll keep

the room from spinning."

Screw: It's still spinning.

Zig: I meant keep it from spinning faster.

seen any of it happen. So I finished
off the hysteria in a gulp and began
talking. It did not take too much time,
as it mostly consisted of racing
jargon, and some fight details

ie: last chapter. :)

rivalry sometimes boils down to raw
hate, causing the competitors to try to
beat each other at more than the game
at hand. Competitiveness is an
expression of our desire for self
esteem. As it transforms, eventually it
simply expresses itself a

as a

do almost seismic damage to the balance
of passion we feel. It is too often too
complex a reaction to be predicted.

  We've all had it happen before.

True.

I would have gone straight to the
track. He came over, and saw Diago and
Derring pulling me from the wreckage.
Alethea had been around and came for

came along for (sounds better to me)

  Zig mentioned something about the
'mexican suicide chair' I didn't hear.

Don't think I want to know about that one either.

  Finally Zig said he had to go into
Capital Plaza to close a deal before he
went back to his place. Alethea had
almost fallen asleep on my shoulder
again for the second night in a row.

Not that that's a bad thing.

  I blinked and had the thought,
'Arkoff is superior to me.'

  Not hate or disgust, just
'superior.' And it was not a thought I
deduced or really had anything to do
with once I felt it, but it had
suddenly appeared like the stigma of a
budding flower. What was that thought?

Hmm. Subliminal message being transmitted into him.

  "Scar?"

  "I got it trying to declare my
youth. It was so shallow that I
expected it to be gone within a few
months. You don't think it's ugly do
you?"

Screw: If I say yes I won't get any, will I?"

Althea: Not a chance.

  "Really?"

need a line break after this.

throb, but I was still in no condition
to do anything but sleep. She said she
would be in the living room on the
couch and turned out the lights in the
room. I was out like a candle before I
knew it.

Out like a candle? Does that mean she 'blew' him? ^_^

year there had been an accident with
some of the major plumbing lines to the
city and unsuspecting civilians had
died drinking toxic water.

Oops. Gotta hate it when that happens.

  "It's the best answer I can give
at this moment. When I find out for
myself I'll let you in."

Of course, by then it might be too late for everyone. :)

making a big deal about my comeback.
Couldn't forget the show business.

  I found my cyc behind the garage
and walked it to the street. It was
going to be a cool night, ideal for
gettin

getting

she had been asking him all sorts of
personal questions about me. That's
when he switched to the bold face lies,
as I knew he would

Heh

  "Zig, its

it's

  I took the dull stainless steel
gun, and Zig handed me a few extra
magazines. It was heavy, and I bet it
could punch holes in body armor like a
rocket through Reynolds Wrap.

Probably.

  "Thanks," I said. I placed it in
the shoulder holster in my new racing
jacket. Since I wouldn't be driving the
Gun anymore, I needed a new jacket with
new colors. Diago had hooked me up with
one he had ordered for his spare car,
but had never worn. It fit perfectly
and I had to wonder who he originally
bought it for. I had installed a my

installed it in my

took off. I drove slower than usual, at
around 120 on the highway. The parkway
was fairly free of traffic on a Sunday
night. We got into Capital Plaza in
less than thirty minutes, and found a
small Italian restaurant that wasn't
overly formal.

Neither of them are overly formal, so it should work out fine. :)

  We left the restaurant after a
while and walked down Broadway. The
sidewalks were full of people, and the
streets were lined with shops which
pervaded the north capital. We ended up
at the top level of Abrahms War
Memorial, where we watched  cargo

extra space.

the rest of us. And I was damned if I
was going to let her throw away her
future because of me or anyone else.

  "You're right. But I'm Screw now
for a reason. An important one."

  "Too important to explain?"

Hmm. How mysterious.

Nice in between chapter as we get to know the characters a little more and
things get set up for the next stage. Hopefully will get to it before too
long. Very nice work.

D.B. Sommer



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