The three of them climbed the stairs to reach the roof of the apartment building where Hoby and Belle lived to get to Kevin's vehicle.

     Hoby whistled, impressed.

​     Kevin's ride was the size and shape of a Maserati. 

     It wasn't meant for the streets, though. 

     It was meant for the sky. 

     Klawmaker climbed into the driver's seat. 

     "You two follow me," he said. "We're headed for the courthouse." 

     "You're not..." 

     "They just arrested Trevor Harper. We're going to go get him."

     Both Hoby's and Belle's battle uniforms were equipped with anti-grav nodes. Once in the sky, Hoby said, 

     "You shouldn't have beat on us so hard if you knew we were coming with you. We're hurting all over."

     "There's something I need to tell you," Klawmaker said. "The Fours is very disappointed with you. I suppose you both know that." 

     No reply from either of them.

     "This mission. This is your last chance. Your battle uniforms? You'll find them impossible to remove. They're set to self-destruct in two hours."

​     "You..."

     "Your next question should probably be something about how you can keep from being blown to pieces along with your battle uniforms, and the answer to that is simple. You have to succeed at the mission. Do that, and you'll get nice, fat bonuses. You'll be able to stay drunk for a year if you want." 

     "Sounds like a bunch of bullshit," Belle said. 

     "Bullshit or not, that's the deal. Die or get rich. That's your choice. Comments? Questions? Concerns?"

     "Fuck you," Hoby replied.

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