and face frozen in a self-assured grin.
“You’re crazy, aren’t you?” Vincent said.
Spaide curled his lip. “That’s what they say. But as Duell would assert, ‘What is crazy anyway? Why would you label someone cra —’”
“ Whoa! ” Vincent cried out as they almost flattened against a wall.
Two more of the police vehicles smashed into the building at the awkward turn, creating explosions that covered their trail in smoke.
“Now you’ve done it!” Vincent shouted as orange blasts began to zap beside their jet. “Let me guess… those things are not immobilizers?”
“Relax! I’m on top of things,” the Dirsalian replied.
“ Relax ? During this mayhem?”
“Mayhem? You think that was mayhem? Watch!”
Spaide gathered speed, pulled the vehicle into a climb, and they headed back, flying upside-down over the pursuers.
“Will you please stop?” Vincent begged as they straightened.
“Relax, damn it! I’m the best pilot in the galaxy!” Spaide changed the direction straight up into the clouds.
The gravity sucked Vincent into his seat. “Just let me out, and then you can be on your way!” he forced out against the wind. “I’m pretty sure they’ll help me get home!”
“You’re not goin’ anywhere till we get to the bottom of this!”
“The only thing that’s at the bottom is my stomach!”
“Hold on!”
The sirens resonated from the distance as the frantic officers took their trail once more.
Spaide navigated the jet past the clouds and over the tallest buildings.
They suddenly stopped.
It was a magnificent sight: the evening sky was filling with stars that replaced the setting sun—a heavenly battle between the darkness and the light, where the darkness ultimately prevailed. The vast ocean of structures stretched in every direction with no end in sight. The surface itself was not visible due to the thick clouds that clustered around the bases of the skyscrapers, but lights still shone through—millions of them—signifying that people lived down there as well.
This city alone could’ve easily accommodated over a hundred million citizens.
Spaide began to turn back down.
“Oh, boy,” Vincent whispered. “You’re not going—” He couldn’t finish his sentence as they swooped back into the city.
“If they get their hands on you, you won’t have a home anymore!” Spaide shouted against the wind.
“ Why? ” Vincent asked, clenching the dashboard.
“I’ll explain later! For now, you’re safe with me!”
“I don’t think so,” Vincent mumbled as they headed straight at the pursuers. The police vehicles spread out of the way as they continued plunging downward at that ridiculous speed. They flew past several traffic lanes and down into the murky clouds, all while barely escaping impact. After a few seconds, they exited the fog to enter the lower city, and Vincent finally saw the ground.
The foundations of the gargantuan buildings were lit up with millions of lights, both from the windows and from the multi-colored banners scribed in alien characters. The presence of jets was much scarcer here: most of the inhabitants traveled on foot, overflowing the streets by the thousands. Here and there in the crowd were grounded vehicles, reminding Vincent of Earth’s cars and providing an example of how much more advanced this world was than our own.
Spaide slowed down, straightened the jet, and they began to float over the active street, merging with the traffic.
Vincent leaned over and looked down at the creatures that were beyond human comprehension.
“Get back, damn it!” Spaide grabbed him by the collar and yanked him in. “What’s wrong with you? No one has seen anyone that looks like you. We don’t need any more problems!” Before the police jets could emerge from the clouds, Spaide took a turn into an alley and then into an open shaft of a secluded building.
They entered a dark parking garage filled with mountains of junk.
Spaide landed the jet
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