- The Whitecoat: Networked #1
- The Whitecoat: Networked #2
- The Whitecoat: Networked #3
- The Whitecoat: Networked #4
- The Whitecoat: Networked #5
“Nermal told me you were here investigating the chips. I want in. There’s a construction worker in jail right now that needs my help getting acquitted.”
I straightened my coat and cracked my neck. “Tank’s our man then. The guys behind this hired him to play watchdog…” I gestured toward the now ruined manufacturing equipment. Good luck figuring out what it was before it got thrashed. “Here.”
“Then he’s the man to follow.” Barn Owl gave a thumbs up. “I can pick out his car from the air. Can you keep up, ‘Coat?”
“Sorry to break up the sausage party, but you’re talking about my bounty.” Stunner rose from the ruins of the machine we’d landed in, looking none the worse for wear. “He’s mine, and no chauvinist prelates are going to stop me.”
“Did you just say chauvinist?” I asked.
“I call them like I see them.” Stunner shrugged, stalking toward the bay doors.
“I’m not a chauvinist” I defended, “I like Millie. I respect Urban Ranger and White Dagger…”
“Not a chauvinist here either.” Barn Owl added, unhelpfully.
“Same for the female Descendants and Majestrix.” I continued, “But you, you’re just out for cash and fame. You’re not even a prelate anymore; you’re a bounty hunter with a costume.”
“Yeah, so you can just beat it.” Barn Owl snapped.
“Actually, I’m not saying that either.” I said, having had time to gain a little perspective. “The fact is that Tank is a tough customer and if he’s playing henchie for them, they’ve probably got other guns. And now that they know we’re on their trail, they won’t hesitate bringing them to bear.”
“What exactly are you trying to say, Whitecoat?” Stunner folded her arms and set an overly stern look on me.
I sighed heavily, knowing exactly what I was getting myself into and preemptively regretting it. “I’m saying… that we all need to work together.” Purely for effect, I added, “For the good of the city.”
To Be Continued…