Previously: Digger was blackmailed into robbing a bank. Now he and Twain, the criminal who set him up, have teamed up to go after the mastermind, the infamous Cobalt Czar. And now…
â€œIn a West End town, a dead end world…â€
Shut up!â€ Digger shouted. He reached over and turned off the satellite radio receiver. It had stayed planted on the 80â€™s station for the past six hours, and Digger had had enough. â€œSeriously, if I have to listen to one more Pet Shop Boys tune, Iâ€™m going to fire up the Drillers just to watch your chest pop.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Twain said, leaning forward over the steering wheel. â€œJeez, whatâ€™s your problem?â€
â€œYouâ€™re my problem, all right?â€ Digger said. â€œYouâ€™re like the most annoying person Iâ€™ve ever met.â€
â€œSorry.â€ He didnâ€™t sound sorry. Bastard.
â€œNo, I take that back,â€ Digger said. â€œYouâ€™re number two. I was forgetting Frog Boy.â€
â€œFrog Boy?â€ Twain asked, laughing. â€œWho was that, a superhero from your GoDS days?â€
â€œNo, he was a bad guy,â€ Digger said.
â€œNever heard of him,â€ Twain said.
â€œNobody has,â€ Digger said. â€œI only ran into him once, and never heard of him again.â€
â€œSo what was his deal?â€ Twain asked.
â€œHe wore a frog mask,â€ Digger said. â€œAnd he jumped. Thatâ€™s pretty much it.â€
Twain shook his head. â€œNo, I meant, what made him so annoying?â€
â€œOh, that,â€ Digger said. â€œLong story.â€
â€œYeah, I guess,â€ Digger said. â€œOkay, fine. I was in San Francisco, must have been 12, 13 years ago. Iâ€™m tailing this guy through this flea market in Berkeley.â€
â€œTailing a guy?â€ Twain snorted. â€œYou?â€
â€œWhat so funny about that?â€ Digger asked.
Twain nodded at the Drillers grafted to Diggerâ€™s arms. â€œWell, youâ€™re not exactly inconspicuous.â€
â€œI wasnâ€™t famous back then,â€ Digger said. â€œAnd I had the Drillers covered up with a poncho. In fact, that flea market in Berkeley was maybe the only place in the world I could wear that poncho and not stand out.â€
â€œFine,â€ Twain said. â€œSo what happened? He made you and turned into a frog?â€
â€œNo,â€ Digger said. â€œHe was part of a diamond smuggling ring. He was supposed to make an exchange there, I thought. So he stops in at this head shop booth, plays with this hookah for a while.â€
â€œYou know, a pipe, where they smoke through water or whateverâ€
Twain glanced sideways at Digger. â€œA bong, you mean.â€
â€œNo, a hookah,â€ Digger said. â€œIt was made of brass. An antique.â€
â€œSo, a fancy bong.â€
â€œWhatever, dude. The point is, heâ€™s inspecting this thing really closely, taking it apart and stuff. And all of a sudden, he turns around and walks away,â€ Digger said. â€œWhich was weird, because he had just been wndering around aimlessly for almost an hour. And suddenly, itâ€™s like he just discovered a purpose. So I run up to the hookah…â€
â€œAnd I take it apart and look inside, but nothingâ€™s there. So Iâ€™m thinking there must have been something inside that he took. And if I want to find out what, Iâ€™ve got grab him, like, right now, because he is almost to the exits. Which is when I got hit.â€
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