Week 4.3 – What’s Your Plan?

Previously: Digger and Twain are on the run from the police. Twain has a plan to clear Digger’s name. Unfortunately, it seems to involve theft. Hmm. And now…

“Wait a second,” Digger said. “You think I’m going to help you steal something?”

“Yes,” Twain said. “Something that will help you save that hostage’s life. Trust me, you’re going to need it.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I know who’s behind your set-up,” Twain said. “And you don’t have a prayer of standing up to him otherwise.”

“Who is he?” Digger asked.

“I’ll tell you when we’re out of here. My van’s near the bus station. See you there.” Twain turned to head down the stairs, but Digger grabbed his arm.

“You better show up,” Digger said.

Twain shook his arm free. “I will. I want to get back at him as much as you do, trust me.”


Twain headed down the stairs, and a moment later, Digger sprang up the three flights to the roof. He emerged into afternoon sunlight and crept cautiously to the edge of the roof to peer down at the street below.

He’d expected to see police cars pulling up, but there was nothing. Were they not even going to try to catch him?

Maybe not. He’d already eluded them after leaving the bank, leaping from rooftop to rooftop and cutting through the insides of buildings to evade helicopter pursuit. They must have figured by now that they couldn’t catch him. But they wouldn’t just let him get away, would they?

No. First, they would call in a local hero to round him up. That was Flexo. So now, their next move would be to call in a specialist like Hound Dog or a regional heavy hitter like…

He wasn’t sure who they’d call. Maybe the Red Shadow out of New Orleans. He was tough enough to give Digger a hard fight, but he normally stuck to occult cases in his home town. He might not want to come all the way to Texas for a simple bank robbery, even one committed by a superhero.

Digger spotted Twain’s red hoodie in the street below and leaped across the street in the general direction of the bus station. He crouched at the edge of the roof and looked down to watch Twain again. If Twain headed in the opposite direction, the partnership was over. Digger would turn Twain in and work with the police against the kidnapper, whoever he was.

But to Digger’s amazement, Twain actually went where he said he would. Ten interminable minutes later, Twain was unlocking a black van parked a couple of blocks away from the bus station. It had red mag wheels and a Frazetta-style mural of a cavewoman riding a saber-toothed tiger on the side. Digger dropped into an alley nearby and waved Twain over.

“Are you kidding me?” Digger asked. “This is your ride?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Twain asked.

“Shouldn’t it be, I don’t know, inconspicuous?”

“Not my style,” Twain said. “Hide in plain sight, that’s what I say.”

Digger shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I’ll regret this.”

Will Digger regret this? Be here tomorrow for the next exciting episode!

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