​     "Where to?" Trevor asked when they were two hundred feet in the air. 

     "Fairmont District." 

     As they zipped along, Trevor said, "You're not thinking this is some kind of trap?" 

     "Oh no, I think it's a total trap. If your brother and the mechanical man know at all who Abby is, then they've either got her or she's hiding with Adam Forwarder somewhere."

     "Then why aren't we flying in the opposite direction?"

     "We won't find out anything that way. You ready?"

     "Ready..."

     "We got thrown into this pretty quick." 

     "I don't know what I'm going to do when I see my brother again."

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