“Hey, femboy,” she said, smiling. “Wanna get high with us?” Her three friends remained behind, their sleeves hiding their smirks.

“Oh,” Flynn said. “Um...”

“Sorry, lady,” Axton said. Anxiety riddling his voice. “Flynn's a little busy being stranded here in the slums of big industry.” He gesticulated about them, taser mindlessly in hand.

“Shit.” Her eyes were wide. “Is that a taser?” She started backing away, slowly reaching toward her pocket. The glint of her WyvernI tablet caught Flynn's eye.

“It's okay!” Flynn said, motioning both hands down. “An officer must've drop—”

“She's calling the CP!” Zayn shouted. Flynn looked up to see the women at the station were chaotically dialing on one of their tablets.

“Whoa, hold on!”

But Zayn had already yanked the taser from Axton's stupefied grip. As Flynn dove, Zayn fired. The woman spasmed horrifically to the ground. Someone screamed.

“Shit! Why'd you do that, Zayn?”

“Go!” Panic cracked Zayn's voice as he dropped the taser and scrambled from under Flynn.

Axton unfroze and the two darted for the slums as eerie LEDs lit the world in red and sirens screamed closer.


Flynn leaned over the railing and held the WyvernI from the unconscious woman's pocket. Maybe fifty meters to the water—not bad. He'd be riding home in style.