While she was typing away at the miraculously powered devices, Ryder looked up at the old man. [color=00ffff]”Nearest car lot. Plenty of cars these days are electronic enough that I could drive them in my sleep. I’ll figure it out from there…”[/color] She pulled up an address on the laptop, and psychically sent it to the phone. [color=00ffff]”And unless you want a repeat of earlier, you might want to bail soon. I’m still hooked to Umbra, and they’re planning to send out more pigs to the slaughter. And I can see theough the cameras in town from here. The mob’s gonna be here soon. So either run or stay for the pinch. I sure as hell won’t be.”[/color]

Both of those things were true. As they spoke, the guards of Umbra Biogenetics were preparing to mount another assault. Meanwhile, the mutant-hating townspeople were hot on the trail of the three outsiders. If they didn’t scatter or run now, they’d be surrounded shortly by one group or the other.

Ryder went dead silent for a second, and shut her eyes. When she opened them, she rolled her shoulders. [color=00ffff]”Those radios are too easy,”[/color] She commented, apparently having turned more handheld radios into grenades as she did once already.