Book 4: Chapter 22: Living in Interesting Times
Bob
July 2334
Galen Town
Garfield glanced down at his chest, then snarled and grabbed the gun from his attacker. I didn’t have time to be surprised—my passengers might have knives. I did an explosive push-up, and two Quinlans went flying. I heard noises that indicated Bridget might be doing the same, so I concentrated on my own problems.
One of Bridget’s attackers landed sort of on me as I was getting to my feet. I grabbed him by a handful of fur and applied a head slap. It seemed to be effective as a combat technique, overall. I just hoped I wasn’t giving them concussions or something.
Bridget and Garfield had taken care of the other Quinlans, Garfield having used the gun as a club. That seemed overly dangerous, but I had enough sense to realize that lecturing him on it at this point probably wouldn’t go over well.
We turned as one to check on Skeve, to find him nowhere in sight. Some blood drops indicated which way he’d gone, and some of them had been stepped on, so he had company. But were they rescuing him or kidnapping him?
Garfield peered back up the alley to the location of our first battle. “The first group is still there,” he said. “Looking kind of out of it. So this was a different group, and only interested in Skeve. This feels like a rescue.”
Bridget and I checked ourselves for stab wounds, then Bridget examined Garfield’s chest closely. “No bullet wound. Was he shooting blanks?”