Previously: Digger learned that the infamous Cobalt Czar was behind the plot against him as Twain described what happened in Mongolia. He had infiltrated the mysterious City of the Moon, only to be struck from behind. Â And now…
â€œWas it the Czar?â€ Digger asked.
â€œNo,â€ Twain said. â€œThe Czarâ€™s a brute, but heâ€™s not a monster. At least, not on the outside. And last time I checked, you couldnâ€™t see through him.â€
â€œYeah. Like a ghost or something. And I couldnâ€™t swear to it,Â but I think I saw someone behind him,â€ Twain said. â€œ Or, um, through him. It was dark. And then the thing screamed at me and hit me again and I was out.â€
â€œHow did he hit you?â€ Digger asked.
â€œUh, with his hand, duh,â€ Twain said.
â€œOh, come on. We live in a world where guys can shoot you with fire or laser beams or explosions.â€ Digger waved his Driller for emphasis. â€œWhen theyâ€™re not booby-trapped. Guys who can call down lightning or zap you with their minds. I almost got killed by a guy throwing toothpicks once. So donâ€™t act like that was a dumb question.â€
â€œWell, if heâ€™d hit me some other way, I would have mentioned it,â€ Twain said.
â€œSo what happened next?â€ Digger asked.
â€œFirst things first,â€ Twain said. â€œYou going to get us some gas money or what?â€
â€œYeah,â€ Digger said after a moment. â€œLetâ€™s go to the Travelerâ€™s.â€
â€œHey, Digger,â€ Jill the bartender said, looking at him suspiciously as he walked in with Twain. â€œI didnâ€™t think you two knew each other. You buddies now?â€
Digger turned to Twain. â€œWhatâ€™s she talking about?â€
Twain didnâ€™t answer, but his smile was sly.
â€œHe was in here last night,â€ Jill said, â€œsitting right next to you. You didnâ€™t say a word to each other the entire time. Now I hear youâ€™ve robbed a bank? Whatâ€™s going on?â€
â€œYeah, weâ€™d like to hear this, too,â€ said a voice from behind them.
Digger turned to see two men with pistols drawn and trained on him. â€œDonâ€™t move,â€ said the same man who had just spoken. He flashed a badge with one hand. â€œDetective Merrick, BPD. Youâ€™re under arrest for the robbery of MCP National Bank, downtown.â€
â€œYou know, if you fire those things in here, somebody could get hurt,â€ Digger said.
Merrick slipped the badge into his jacket pocket, then took up a two-handed firing stance. â€œThatâ€™s what theyâ€™re made to do,â€ he said. â€œSo come along quietly and you wonâ€™t be.â€
â€œI wasnâ€™t talking about me,â€ Digger said. â€œJill, you should get down behind the bar.â€
â€œDigger, donâ€™t do anything stupid,â€ Jill said.
â€œHow long have you known me?â€
â€œOh God,â€ she said and squatted down.
â€œIâ€™m warn…â€ she heard the detective say, cut off by a smack as a shot rang out. A bottle of Dalmore on the bar shattered. She closed her eyes as the drops spattered in her hair. She heard the crash of furniture, and then Diggerâ€™s voice said, â€œJill, you okay?â€
She stood up. The place was a mess, the two detectives unconscious on the floor. â€œAre you crazy?â€
Digger laid two pistols on the bar. â€œNo, I need to borrow some money.â€
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