​     Trevor used his laser knife to slice the wrist of the guy holding the bazooka. The guy yowled, and massive weapon dropped from his shoulder to CRACK! as it hit the sidewalk.

​     "Bye," Pomimi said so that he, too, returned to invisibility. "I'm going after Niki."

​     "​I'm going after..." Trevor didn't bother to finish the sentence because Pomimi had already left. Fuck! Why wouldn't anyone listen to him? He was supposed to be team leader!

​     As far as the militia members were concerned, they were now there by themselves. Any bystander had long since fled. They returned to their panel trucks, then the trucks pulled away. Trevor figured that, with any luck, they'd be going to wherever they intended to take Niki and Fathom.

​     Using his anti-grav sneakers, Trevor followed right after them. 

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