Previously: Their stolen ambulance crippled, Cole is looking to get new clothes while Digger finds them a new ride. Or so Cole thinks. And now…
Cole ran to the clothesline, bare feet slapping against the pavement, trying not to think about the filth he might be running across. Which was ridiculous, he knew. You could not say with any certainty that this street in Shanghai was quantitatively dirtier than any given street back home in San Francisco. And besides, it wasnâ€™t as if he could catch anything; Other than some super-bugs created by Rector Infector, he hadnâ€™t been sick in fifteen years or more. He didnâ€™t think he could get sick anymore.
And yet he couldnâ€™t help feeling squicked out. The foreign street just felt so alienly icky against his soles. Too bad nobody hung their shoes out to dry on a clothesline.
Cole grabbed a pair of pants and hurriedly pulled them on as a door clattered open and a woman came out to yell at him. He let her get a good look at his silvery eyes and let a couple of sparks pop, and she ran back inside. Cole grabbed a shirt for himself, then looked over the other clothes hanging there to find something for Digger. He smiled.
When he turned around, he saw Diggerâ€™s feet hanging out the open back door of the ambulance as the sirens grew louder. â€œWhat are you doing?â€ he shouted as he ran back to the ambulance with the clothes tucked under his arm. â€œYou were supposed to find us a car.â€
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]â€œRun!â€ Cole said and darted up an alleyway, Digger hot on his heels.They dodged under clotheslines and hurtled garbage bins…[/blockquote]Digger backed out of the ambulance. â€œLooking for whatever they shot me up with,â€ Digger said. â€œCause number one, it makes me awesome with my powers.â€
â€œIt makes you insane.â€
â€œAnd number two, my headâ€™s starting to hurt,â€ Digger finished as if Cole hadnâ€™t interrupted. â€œDamn, itâ€™s a mess in there.â€
â€œYeah, maybe because somebody kept flipping us.â€
Police cars rolled to a stop just twenty feet away.
â€œRun!â€ Cole said and darted up an alleyway, Digger hot on his heels.They dodged under clotheslines and hurtled garbage bins before coming out into the next main street over. Digger ran to a blue compact, an old Geely, and got in. By the time Cole climbed in beside him, Digger had the car started up. He peeled out as Cole was shutting the door. â€œSo where are we going?â€ Digger asked.
â€œWest,â€ Cole said. He groaned as he pulled the shirt heâ€™d grabbed over his head. â€œWest out of town, then weâ€™ll turn north once we get to Nanjing.â€
â€œYou donâ€™t want to fly us straight there?â€
â€œIâ€™m not up to fighting any more missiles for a while,â€ Cole said.Â â€œTime for a new plan. Keep your eyes open for a market. We need shoes and make-up.â€
â€œWell, weâ€™ve tried Plan A, Cooperating, and we tried Plan B, Fighting, and Plan C got us blown out of the sky. So itâ€™s time for Plan D.â€ He tossed the other clothes heâ€™d brought into Diggerâ€™s lap.
Digger looked down. â€œYouâ€™ve got to be kidding me.â€
Cole shrugged. â€œWhat can I say?â€ Plan D for Drag.â€
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