"Okay, that does it," Adam said. ​He activated the anti-gravs.  "Tell Clegger I at least tried to be discrete." The anti-gravs under the vehicle sent the Stargod flying fifteen feet into the air and still propelling forward at eighty miles an hour. At the same time, anti-grav disks next to each of the four tires kicked on, at which point the Stargod was no longer a land vehicle but an air vehicle.   

     Now the cars in both lanes slowed to get a look at this thing. The government kept telling them that these vehicles didn't exist, yet there one flew right before their very eyes. CRASH! SMASH! So intent on staring at Adam, they forgot to keep their eyes on the road and started bouncing off each other like pinballls. CRASH! SMASH! 

​     Within seconds, The Stargod hovered over Carter Paul's swiftly moving Acura. Clamps from next to each of the four anti-grav discs dug into the hard metal of the Acura before Paul had a chance to panic and start screeching all over the place again. From the center of The Stargod, a piercing pole smashed through the top of Carter Paul's Acura so that now he had what seemed to be an upside down periscope staring at him from the back seat. 

     "Carter Paul?" a voice from the periscope asked, Adam's voice. "You've got a friend who'd like to speak with you." 

     "No!" 

     "That's no way to act after all the trouble he went through to have you tracked down and brought to him." 

     "How much is he paying you?" 

​     "If you know me at all you know how much he's paying me."

     "I'll double it!" 

​     Adam chuckled. "You have that kind of money?"

     "He's a cold, heartless, bloodless bastard! He's had judges killed! Governors!"

     "So you thought he wouldn't miss a couple of million?"  

​     "He was going to kill me! I needed money for a stake!" 

     "You have expensive tastes for a runaway, that's all I can say." 

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