So sorry this is so late.
Previously: Digger and Twain had just made their escape from Caveat Maledictor’s mansion. And now…
â€œSo seriously, no more stalling,â€ Digger said once they were on the road again. â€œWhatâ€™s the plan?â€
Twain stared at the road. â€œIâ€™ll tell you tomorrow.â€
Digger slammed his hand into the dashboard. â€œWhat the hell, man? Just tell me.â€
â€œIt wonâ€™t do any good to tell you,â€ Twain said. â€œI have to show you, and to show you, I need sunlight. So youâ€™ll find out tomorrow.â€
Digger shook his head and turned away. â€œThis is bogus, man.â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™ll tell you whatâ€™s bogus,â€ Twain said. â€œWhat was that about threatening to use your Drillers back there? If heâ€™d called your bluff, you could have killed me.â€
â€œCome off it,â€ Digger muttered.
â€œCome off what?â€
Digger turned and put his hand on Twainâ€™s chest, grabbed the bomb secured there under his shirt by the metal harness. â€œChange.â€
Twain took his eyes off the road to look at Digger. â€œYou seriously need to take your hands off me right now.â€
â€œNot until you change.â€
Twain smiled and shook his head. â€œOkay, you got me. Thereâ€™s no bomb when I flip.â€
Digger pulled his hand away. â€œThen why make me think there was?â€
â€œTwo reasons,â€ Twain said. â€œNumber one, it was funny. And number two, I couldnâ€™t be sure that he didnâ€™t have some sort of monitoring devices in those things on your Drillers.â€
â€œWhat, you mean heâ€™s listening in on us?â€ Digger turned and looked in the rear view mirror as if he might suddenly find them being pursued.
â€œHe might be,â€ Twain said.
â€œThen why admit it now?â€ Digger asked.
â€œBecause it doesnâ€™t matter any more,â€ Twain said. â€œWe.ve got all the pieces we need. He canâ€™t stop us now.â€
But maybe I can, said a voice in Twainâ€™s head.
â€œDeus?â€ Twain asked the air.
â€œOh, God, what does he want?â€ Digger asked.
â€œBack for more pain?â€ Twain asked.
Hardly. I just want you to know that, although weâ€™re letting you go at this moment, rest assured, we will bring you to justice.
â€œOkay, number one, why bother?â€ Twain said. â€œIâ€™m just a small fish. You guys are the big leagues. Iâ€™m hardly worth your time. And number two, good luck trying.â€
Answers like that just make you more interesting. Watch your back.
â€œI will.â€ The presence faded from Twainâ€™s mind.
â€œWhat was that about?â€ Digger asked.
â€œSomebody else getting in line to kick my ass,â€ Twain said. â€œIf they can find it.â€
â€œDeus can,â€ Digger said. â€œAnd youâ€™re tricky, but tricks wonâ€™t hold them off forever.â€
â€œI just have to hold them off until weâ€™re done,â€ Twain said, staring intently at something beyond the windshield. â€œAnd then I wonâ€™t need tricks.â€
â€œWhat does that mean?â€
Twain smiled at Digger. â€œIt means, once we fix all this mess and clear your name, youâ€™ll vouch for me. Right?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know how much my recommendation is worth,â€ Digger said. â€œBut if you help me save that guy, yeah, Iâ€™ll put in a word.â€
They drove on in silence.
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