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Like, the Kid totally didn’t recognize the voice. That was a total bummer. He’d hoped that the message might have been from Tony or Rick; they were totally the kinds of guys who would send messages by robot, maybe just to invite the Kid surfing. That was how they rolled, man. Those guys sure were cool.
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Mick Aloha thought the guy with the wok would be easy to take down; a kick to the knee would send him down soon enough, leaving Aloha free to take care of the group of men who looked like they’d fallen out of a yakuza movie, even though they had to be Chinese. They would be tougher to take down; individually, they would be no problem, but together they might fight dirty, like the midget cowboys in Oklahoma, and with nothing more than a hospital gown in his possession, Aloha thought he would be better off not taking his chances.
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The Kid awoke lying on a tree branch. Sunlight bounced off the soft mist hovering above the ground below, leaving little visibility.
He thought about his Visa bill. He could, like, totally pay it off this year if he set his mind to it and looked for ways to cut costs. Once he paid off Visa, it would be so sweet. He’d be able to use the money that he would have used to pay Visa to pay off his car. Once his car was paid off, it was be totally sweet. The Kid would be both stoked and amped to be out of debt. Rick would be so jealous. So would Tony. They’d probably, like, sit around the surf shop all day and talk about how debt-free the Kid was. Then, they’d all go surf together and everything would be great. The Kid was stoked. The Kid was amped.
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Apocalypse Dowell’s stomach felt strange; he eyed the IV attached to his arm and wondered if the fluids they were pumping into his body contained meat. If so, it wouldn’t make his stomach feel strange, just his veins and arteries, so he decided it must be something else. Something else was turning his stomach.
Mick Aloha.
Dowell had been awake for less than five minutes, and already he had the urge to strangle Aloha, like a constant whispering in his ear, the same whispering serial killers blamed for their misdeeds, the same whispering that drew people to…
The voice. Before he’d been knocked out—not fallen asleep as Aloha had said—he’d heard a voice. The voice had been familiar, but Dowell still couldn’t place it. Who would send a messenger robot to them? Who used messenger robots anymore? It had to have been someone in trouble, but who did they know who was in trouble?
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Mick Aloha awoke in a hospital room. He was privy to waking up in hospital rooms; several times, after running from the police, he’d woken up in some strange hospital room, handcuffed to the bed with a headache and cotton mouth. He checked his arms; they weren’t handcuffed. Good. He then looked around the room, checking for escape routes.
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