CB-2 7:15P.M.

*Cough cough* Everybody okay?

Just managed to block it——

Nice reflexes, you two.

Whew, they really blew it up, didn't they?

————*indescribable penguin sounds*————

(Wh- what's that? Baws's makin' all kinds of crazy sounds!)

(Hey, wasn't that box of vinyl records some kind of black market Columbian collectible thingy?)

(I reckon yer right. What're we gonna do? I ain't never seen the baws all choked up like this before...)

What do you mean—— Hey! They're getting away! Those guys in black!

Wait! If they were here setting that trap, why didn't they just ambush us? This isn't adding up. We need to take a minute and come up with a plan before——

Texas!

Get in.

...Listen up.

You can expense your speeding tickets tonight.

They gotta pay... for my vinyl recoooords!!!

Got 'em! Dead ahead!

Exusiai! Pass me my Lil Homie!

You got it, boss!

Is that a gun?! But how are you going to pull the trigger...?

Hah! See for yourself, little man. Let our firearms expert tell you about it.

That's forty-two layers of logistics-grade cardboard, seamlessly glued together with industrial adhesive, driven by the finest rubber bands. It's really a magnificent piece.

You mean... it's a toy?

It's more of a slingshot——Ow! Err, it's a peacemaker!

You can't use live ammo in downtown Lungmen. That's the law.

And yet this is the only time the boss seems to care what the law says.

If nobody follows the rules, our whole society goes to hell, you feel me? Texas, put the top down!

Be careful. Don't want you hitting your head on a traffic signal like last time.

Do I look that tall to you?

Support sniper in position, boss!

W- wait a minute, there's a lot of other cars on the road. Don't tell me you're just gonna——

They're shootin' at us! Return fire!

How am I supposed to aim with you swervin' all over the place?!

Hey, are you hit back there?!

I'm bleeding, they got me, I need a bandage—— No wait, what is this, rubber?

A what?!

It's rubber, but it broke the glass! Shake 'em off, quick! Gah, that hurt!!

Clean headshot, boss!

Sic 'em, Texas!

I'm speeding up.

Slow down! Watch out for that big rig—— Aie!

Yer gonna wanna hold on tight. Texas's whipped up wilder'n a Forte in a twister right now.

Exu, blow their tires!

On it!

She's gonna pop their tires with rubber bullets?!

I have spoken. So let it be done.

Texas, can you talk some sense into them?!

(Looks away) ......

Forget it. They're havin' a good time.

Check this out! It's gonna do a cool flip!

Hey, I can't move the steering wheel!

Shit, bail out!

Wait! Going this fast, we're gonna get pulled in!

Hah.

All right, now the multi-car pileup is all yours, Texas!

Gee, thanks a lot.

Your finballs.

Oooh, such springy mouthfeel. Pretty good.

This place definitely earned that recommendation in the Great Foodie Guide!

Glad you like it.

......

...That finball guy kinda gives me the creeps.

I know what you mean. Like, you're selling finballs, why do you have a big knife on the counter there?

The Foodie Guide says the owner is an old man called 'The Godly Finball Uncle.'

He couldn't be some kind of triad or something...

Hm? Did you want something else?

Oh, no.

...customers have been so weird lately.

I'm sure it's got nothing to do with that 'Resting Triad Face' you've got going on.

And this is what you wear to work? Think about how this makes Uncle Tung look.

Welcome back. Done with work?

You could say that. The office said you took some credit. How much?

32.60, rounded. You want to try one?

Where'd that come from? I don't have any change on me.

Consider it a token of my appreciation for doing so much to look after my business.

All right. Don't mind if I do.

Hmm...

It's tasty and all, but isn't this Uncle Tung's stall? A tribute made with borrowed goods is one without meaning.

You always have to get your digs in. This one's on me...

Okay then. You've definitely gotten better. I wish the other punks took things as seriously as you do.

Evening. I'll take some finballs.

Coming right up.

Take your time. I'm just enjoying the view of the river. Usually don't see it from this far away.

Smells nice. The Great Foodie Guide never gets it wrong.

......

...order up. Here's your change.

Thanks.

Please come again.

Waai Fu? What are you looking at?

It's just that girl kinda weirded me out... do Sankta grow horns?

Must be some Sauin makeup or something.

They looked real. Whatever. Idle gossip is an unbecoming habit.

What's next on the agenda? Back to the office?

Studying. I've got a test in two days.

You're spending Sauin studying?

Sauin is supposed to be about shepherding spirits into the afterlife. Our society has totally corrupted it with consumerism. Respectfully, I will abstain.

Not to mention, I don't get paid that much. I need to get my grades up and nab a scholarship.

Yeah, that sounds about right for you...

It's their fault for being so out of touch. Don't lump me in with them.

Hm, I've still got some time. Where should I go next? Let's see, looks like there's some good eats around here...

Woah! What's happening up on the overpass? A car crash?

Doesn't seem like a regular crash. Let's go check it out.

Another street fight? Count me in!

Friggin psychos, get away from meee!

Oh... so soon?

Looks like I'm on the clock already.

Ow... I was thrown clear...?

Thank heaven for guard rails. Otherwise we'd be a puddle down there.

Hurry up! Pull me out!

They're trying to get away! Stay on them!

Mmmff! This... airbag... it's smooshing me!

Hold still! You're gonna crush my Lil Homie! Yo! Croissant! It's comin' outta your pay!

It ain't me! I can't move at all with Texas on top of me!

Oof.

Then I guess it's up to me——!

Bison! Wait!

Everyone's crowding around. If they get away now we'll never catch them!

Pull me out already! That Forte kid's coming!

I'm trying!

Don't move!

So... heavy...

Who——

A sniper?!

Yo, Texas.

On it.

(They missed. Bad shot?)

(No, they're trying to hit the fuel tank——!)

Huh, what's going on? Who's shooting at the Forte kid?

Focus! The wolf's on her way too! Pull me out already!

Wait, what's that smell? It's fuel! Hurry!!

Brother... it's what it is.

You son of a——!

Damn! I can't——

Ugh. Too late.