Previously: Digger was forced to rob a bank by a mysterious Voice who has further nefarious plans for him. Digger has tracked down Twain, who aided in the set-up, Â to try to get to the bottom of things. And now…
â€œTell me who he is and where I can find him,â€ Digger said, â€œand Iâ€™ll try to help you cut a deal with the cops.â€
â€œNo way,â€ Twain said. â€œPut you on his trail with those things on your arms and a bomb on my chest? Are you crazy? One of you would kill me! Maybe both!â€
â€œItâ€™s not going to work otherwise,â€ Digger said.
â€œYes, it is,â€ Twain countered. â€œI have a plan.â€
â€œNo.â€ Digger shook his head. â€œYour plans always end up with me getting humiliated while you get away with the loot.â€
â€œYeah, but thatâ€™s the point,â€ Twain said. â€œGetting away with the loot means my plans work.â€
â€œAnd the humiliation?â€
Twain shrugged. â€œBonus points. Besides, isnâ€™t it worth a little humiliation to save that guyâ€™s life?â€
Flexo grabbed Diggerâ€™s arm. â€œYou canâ€™t be seriously considering this,â€ he said. â€œThe cops are almost here. Tell them the story, and you can work with them to find the hostage.â€
â€œWonâ€™t work,â€ Twain said. â€œIâ€™m your only lead, and I wonâ€™t help if you turn me over to the cops.â€
â€œYouâ€™d rather go to prison?â€ Flexo asked.
â€œIâ€™m not going to prison,â€ Twain said with a tiny smile. Once again, Digger was struck by Twainâ€™s tone. It was neither defiance nor bravado, but a simple statement of fact, as if he were saying his name or how old he was. Why was he so confident?
â€œFine,â€ Digger said after a moment. â€œDeal. What do we do?â€
â€œIâ€™ll tell you after we get away from here,â€ Twain said.
â€œToo late,â€ Flexo said, looking off to the side. He nodded. â€œCops are here.â€
Digger turned and looked in the direction of Flexoâ€™s nod. Sure enough, there were a number of S.W.A.T. officers in body armor spreading out and beginning a cautious approach. He turned back to Flexo. â€œWeâ€™re going. Explain things to the cops.â€
â€œAre you crazy?â€ Flexo asked. â€œTheyâ€™ll charge me as an accessory!â€
â€œNo, they wonâ€™t.â€ Digger said. â€œJust tell them you tried to stop us, but couldnâ€™t. Itâ€™s true, you know.â€
Flexo considered a moment, then said, â€œOkay, fine.â€ Then he leaped forward and punched Digger across the jaw, knocking him down.
Digger rolled to his feet. The S.W.A.T. guys across the mall had dropped into firing crouches, and were advancing by bounds. â€œWhat the hell was that for?â€
Flexo shrugged. â€œHad to make it look convincing. You know, now that I think of it, I should probably make it look a little more convincing than that.â€
He aimed a kick at Diggerâ€™s jaw, but Digger was prepared this time. He blocked it and lunged forward with a kick of his own. Flexoâ€™s rubbery body added extra distance to the kick. The S.W.A.T. guys shouted for Digger to freeze, and one fired a canister of tear gas that landed nearby. Digger didnâ€™t mind; the spreading white cloud would disguise Diggerâ€™s action, aiding their getaway. He turned to Twain. â€œTime to go.â€
Then he grabbed Twain and threw him.
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