2020-07-03 10:23:58.045569 by Unknown

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Format: epub
Published: 2013-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

SIX

Ysa Cran laughed like a pearl diver.

She sat at a table in The Underground, a live music club on Ho Street just down the block from the Dancing Ferret. Drag ’em Down were on stage, blasting through an uptempo version of “Sucking Down the Future.” Nabber slouched beside her, boots up on one chair, head tilted back against his chair’s headrest. There was an empty beer pitcher on the table in front of them. They each had a joint of Bordertown Blue smoldering between their fingers.

Teddy Grim returned with a new pitcher of beer. Shoving Nabber’s feet off the chair, he sat down. Ysa passed him a joint.

“I still can’t believe it,” he said. “I always heard Berlin had a temper, but I didn’t think she’d let go so easily. ’ ’

“She just never had the right people pushing her,” Ysa said. ‘ ‘That’s all. Tomorrow we’ll start spreading the word around in Riverside and the Scandal District— just like we did in Dragontown. Then no matter which way she turns, she’ll bum.”

Nabber filled their glasses from the new pitcher.

“So are we hitting their main digs tonight or what?” he wanted to know.

Ysa shook her head. “Why bother? The Dragons’ll probably trash the place for us, seeing how Berlin’s been kind enough to add fuel to our rumors.” She grinned. “She took out Jackie Won, hey? I’ll bet those Dragons are just burning to rumble.”

“So what are we going to do?” Nabber asked.

Ysa gave Teddy Grim a knowing look. “Looks like the Nab here’s developed a real taste for torching townies.”

“Hey, we didn’t bum anybody.”

“So we were unlucky. We’ll just have to bar up the doors and windows when we hit their place near the market tonight.”

“There’s going to be bulls hanging around there,” Teddy Grim warned.

The cityguard pretty well stayed out of Soho and the areas like it, giving them up as already lost, but Trader’s Heaven was a whole other story. Half of Bordertown’s economy depended on its market. There were beat cops as well as plainclothes bulls constantly patrolling the market and its immediate vicinity.

“Hell,” Ysa said. “We’re on a roll. They’re just going to have to stay out of our way. ’ ’

The band on stage kicked into ‘ ‘Rip It Out’ ’ with the heavy metallic whine of their lead guitar soaring over the deep throbbing rhythm.

“Give ’em hell,” Ysa yelled.

The music drowned her out, but the lead guitarist caught her eye and gave her a wink before settling into the chopping chords that underpinned the lead singer’s lyrics. Ysa turned to her companions.

“I just love this shit,” she said, taking a long drag from her joint.

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