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…
“In a West End town, a dead end world…”
Shut up!” Digger shouted. He reached over and turned off the satellite radio receiver. It had stayed planted on the 80’s station for the past six hours, and Digger had had enough. “Seriously, if I have to listen to one more Pet Shop Boys tune, I’m going to fire up the Drillers just to watch your chest pop.”
“Okay,” Twain said, leaning forward over the steering wheel. “Jeez, what’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem, all right?” Digger said. “You’re like the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. Bastard.
“No, I take that back,” Digger said. “You’re number two. I was forgetting Frog Boy.”
“Frog Boy?” Twain asked, laughing. “Who was that, a superhero from your GoDS days?”
“No, he was a bad guy,” Digger said.
“Never heard of him,” Twain said.
“Nobody has,” Digger said. “I only ran into him once, and never heard of him again.”
“So what was his deal?” Twain asked.
“He wore a frog mask,” Digger said. “And he jumped. That’s pretty much it.”
Twain shook his head. “No, I meant, what made him so annoying?”
“Oh, that,” Digger said. “Long story.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Digger said. “Okay, fine. I was in San Francisco, must have been 12, 13 years ago. I’m tailing this guy through this flea market in Berkeley.”
“Tailing a guy?” Twain snorted. “You?”
“What so funny about that?” Digger asked.
Twain nodded at the Drillers grafted to Digger’s arms. “Well, you’re not exactly inconspicuous.”
“I wasn’t famous back then,” Digger said. “And 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.”
“Fine,” Twain said. “So what happened? He made you and turned into a frog?”
“No,” Digger said. “He 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.”
“You know, a pipe, where they smoke through water or whatever”
Twain glanced sideways at Digger. “A bong, you mean.”
“No, a hookah,” Digger said. “It was made of brass. An antique.”
“So, a fancy bong.”
“Whatever, dude. The point is, he’s inspecting this thing really closely, taking it apart and stuff. And all of a sudden, he turns around and walks away,” Digger said. “Which was weird, because he had just been wndering around aimlessly for almost an hour. And suddenly, it’s like he just discovered a purpose. So I run up to the hookah…”
“And I take it apart and look inside, but nothing’s there. So I’m thinking there must have been something inside that he took. And if I want to find out what, I’ve got grab him, like, right now, because he is almost to the exits. Which is when I got hit.”
What hit him? Find out in the next exciting episode!
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