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streets. I couldn’t help but to laugh at this guy. He was looking so hard, but he was missing what happening right under his nose. I thumped the fender again and got the same response. He paused, looked, and then went back to his scanning. I gave him another two storefronts before I finally just yelled, “Hey!” If that wasn’t going to get him out, nothing was.

    Sure enough, the door swung open and I heard a very eager set of boots hit the ground. Feeling lighter than snow, I slid off the back, still crouching, and backed toward the passenger side of the vehicle. The guy was looking all around, but when he found nothing he went for the sidewalk. After he put a few more paces between us, I reached up, lifted the handle, and as quietly as I could, cracked the passenger door open. I was going to just borrow his ride. He could have it back when I was done.

    Little did I expect the small heavy boot that caught me right on the left cheek. I fell to the cold ground and groaned in concert the rippling waves of hurt that rolled from the epicenter of my face.

    A small female guard who had been crouching down in the seat, so that I couldn’t see her from the back window, stood over me. She had a weapon in one hand and an infrared scanner in the other.

    She made no attempt to hide her prideful smile. “Did you really think you could hide from us?”

DEAD MAN
    “What is your name?” The male guard asked me after they had me handcuffed and placed in the back of their utility vehicle. We were driving to the nearest police station, but at a slow cruising speed. Their attention was half on me and half on the buildings along the rest of their route.

    “What’s yours?” I responded.

    “We’re not playing.” The guard explained, “Do you have any idea how long people are going to jail for the breach in curfew? They make the sentences in decades, not years. Cooperation would behoove you. Everyone is considered potential terrorists at this point.”

    “I just woke up,” I said. I didn’t like the curfew thing, but to hear of how the system was being abused. Sending violators away for decades? I knew the general liked his control, but that seemed a bit ridiculous. “I’ve been out of it for a while, but it sounds like you’ve got yourself a nice little empire here. So much for a free and democratic society.”

    The female officer with the iron boot chimed in, “Nobody likes it, but would you rather have more bombers out there on the street?”

    “No, I love them,” I said sarcastically. “How do you think I got so banged up?”

    “Me, kicking your face?” The female goaded.

    “Try an exploding cake.”

    The guy guard seemed like a genuine fellow, “I’m sorry, but we still are required to process you.”

    “Who are you?” The girl asked, “Why have I felt like I’ve seen you somewhere before?”

    There were times when being famous was handy. “Rayce Rycard,” I said flatly. “Of the Boom.”

    “Yeah, and I’m Queen of Indreni,” she mocked. She looked a little angry, “And I don’t think that’s very funny.”

    I laughed a dark laugh that brought the smell of dead friends back. My stomach churned, and I did everything I could not to expel my last horrific experience of hospital meat all over their back seat. “I don’t think it’s funny either. I’m the one who lost my friends and ended up unconscious in a hospital.”

    We screeched to a stop. The lady looked confused as the other guard jumped out, opened my door, and ordered me to get out. I had just started warming up when the sudden chill skittered across my skin like a giant stabbing spider. I did what the guy said, and the girl joined him as my back was placed against the vehicle. The both pulled their flashlights, shined them right in my eyes, and just stared at me for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

    “I saw every game this past season,” the guy said to his partner like I wasn’t even there, “I think it’s