​     "You'd better put the champagne down for a second,"​ Adam said. "And grab onto me. We're going to do a little zigzagging here."

     Then, BAM! someone caught the back of the ski-sled with some sort of missile, spinning Adam while still whizzing down the side of the mountain. So far as he knew, there were no weapons inside the sled outside of the ones he brought with him. His finger-gun, for instance. He could point at a target, crook his finger, and one of this missile-grenades would go flying as far as a hundred feet to detonate on impact. It wasn't a terribly accurate weapon, but still...

     He fired at a couple of the ski-sleds that came up alongside him. He missed completely with his first grenade, which was rare for him. With the second one, though, he caught the ski-sled to his left in the midsection. The resulting explosion tore it in half. The third grenade detonated in front of the ski-sled to his right so that it tumbled end over end before disintegrating into pieces. 

    Okay, Adam thought. Now I'm starting to get the hang of this. This was something he could get really good at and have some fun with. He started to weave between the cars, and, whenever he got the chance, he let go one of his mini-grenades, after which, more often than not, BAM! some ski-sled would come apart or at least go spinning away. After a few moments. the ski-sleds were no longer jockeying to chase him but to escape from him, which made for a lot of chaos. Outcroppings of rocks the size of small houses now dotted the side of Pete's Peak, and those ski-sleds, no longer in control, kept smashing into them. BAM! BAM!

​     Adam laughed out loud. "Those guys don't know how to drive. By the way, all that driving and gunfire has made me thirsty. What did I do with my..."

     And that's when he saw it. 

​     Straight ahead. 

​     No way to avoid it. 

​     A cliff. 

​     And beyond the cliff stretched a yawning chasm that extended a long, long ways. 

​     "Uh-oh."

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