We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

Alice is almost out of juice, if I remember correctly. If we can jump far enough to throw the locals off our trail, do that. Otherwise get out on foot.

"Aren't you out of juice?"

"Heh. Since all of these have all their parts, I can use ambient for this." She places a single hand on the tactical armor, and seems to focus for a few seconds.

In the space of about a minute, both TACTICAL ARMORS are RESTORED. "Strap in, we'll be carrying the rest of this on foot... I'll be repairing the rest as we go. Damn mass-produced HIGH QUALITY... How are you with that TYPEWRITER? Or, perhaps better- how are you with PROJECTING YOUR SENSES?"

"I can stitch a hem in a wall and make a pattern as pretty as you want. Dunno how much I can put down-range now, but used to be I could reliably hit with about SIX SHOT BURSTS before I had to stop and calm it down." You shrug. "As for projecting my senses, NEVER TRIED."

You and Alice start strapping each other into the TACTICAL ARMOR. "Give it a shot when you have a minute- Darkness is great for a lot of things, but seeing ISN'T ONE OF THEM."

"NAW... Really?"

"... No, less like that, let out the waist a little and pull the shoulder straps into position. That's better. Okay. " She pulls the GLOCKS. "I'll be trusting you to lay down HEAVY FIRE, then."

... Where did all the ammo cans go, anyway? She must have stowed them somehow, you guess, so it's not really any of your business how she managed it.

Looks like you're WALKING, then. At least out here the cover is RICIDULOUSLY THICK, and the PARTIALLY COLLAPSED BUILDINGS only make things worse on your pursuers.

It takes you about twenty minutes to reach a place to hide, but you know they're still following you.

>_