THIRD MOVEMENT
Edward knelt over TOMATO's keyboard and began rapidly typing. Her mind was so focused on her task, she didn't notice the ringing in the background, signaling a call from one of her comrades. Ein barked and nudged the girl until she turned and smiled. After getting to her feet, Ed danced over to the multipurpose PC the crew often used for a television and pressed a button. Faye appeared in a small video window, an irate look on her face. Edward smiled brightly and greeted the woman.
"Hi hi, Faye-Faye!"
"Damn it Ed, what the hell took you so long?!" Faye demanded.
"Ed was doing a hacking exercise-cise," Ed replied. "Very very importante, importante, seniorita!"
"Stop fooling around, I need your help."
"Whatzit? Okey dokey!"
"Okay," Faye began, "first I need you to run a check on Gill Whitman to see if he has any previous charges on his record. "I've been asking around and he seems pretty clean, but I want to make sure. Then I need you to get information on his wife, her job at the medical lab, her office hours. While your at it, you should run a check on that company, too. um. what was it's name again? Calestal Medical."
"That's a lot of info," Ed commented.
"Well I'm not getting very far doing what I'm doing," Faye lamented. "I'm in some dive at the far end of Torrent, looking for this guy, and I'm thinking it'd be easier to start back there in Aruba. Just get some basics, I'll call back in a little bit. Shouldn't take long, should it?"
"Nope!" Ed replied enthusiastically.
"Good. Hey, any word from Spike or Jet?"
"Nothing nothing from Spi-ike, but Jet's searching Lavender Park near here. Says it's the crime scene. Spoooky!"
"Hm, okay. Later," Faye said, signing off.
"Bye bye!"
----^^^-----
Faye felt the eyes of all the men in the bar. While she enjoyed attention, she was more concerned with the task at hand. After all, it entailed the collecting of bounty money. She made her way to the door, when she was stopped by a tall, brawny man with a sweat-stained grey shirt and an unpleasant odor. The man leaned down to her, as he was rather tall and grinned. It was the same everywhere she went in that area of town. She wished that there'd be some kind of accident resulting in the vacuum of space sucking up the lowlifes that thought they had a chance with her. With that thought she smiled sweetly and looked intently at the man in front of her.
"Hey there, baby," she said. "I knew one of you guys would have the guts to approach me."
"I overheard you're a bounty hunter," the man said. "How much money do you get for capturing my heart?"
"Sure it isn't a different body part you want me to wrangle?" Faye asked, semi-seductively.
"Ohhh yeah," the sweaty man said, excited.
"Well, too bad," Faye commented. "You're just not worth the reward!"
With that Faye lunged forward and kneed the man in the stomach, and kicked him in the face, sending him to the ground. The man grabbed his face and stomach in pain and his friends came to his aid. The other men in the bar turned from looking at her, going back to their normal business while she stood before her victim, again smiling sweetly. The man was dragged off and Faye made her exit, feeling confident and proud of her quick reflexes. She wasn't dulling.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice, a man talking to an older woman about Gill Whitman. She peered around the corner to spot Spike asking a woman questions. The old woman, short and stout, with a sun hat on her head and a basket weave bag in hand, didn't know anything. Defeated, Spike asked for directions to Bird Park. The woman paused to think while Spike lit up a cigarette.
"I think you take a right on Birmingham Street, no.. it was a left on Barberel Street, and a right on Cappard Avenue. Then you should keep going until you see the sign for Cardinal Road. Keep going and you'll come to Bird Park. hm, I heard that there's already bounty hunters there, young man."
"Damn, I hate competition," Spike said. "I feel so bad about embarrassing them."
The old woman stood and sort of shrugged. Spike thanked her and she turned and left. The green-haired man stood still for a while, cigarette dangling in his mouth. Then he looked up to the sky, and around to where Faye was, causing her to quickly turn back to wall.
"I thought I smelled trouble around here. You can come out Faye," Spike said with a slight smile.
"How'd you know, did you spot me?" Faye asked, turning the corner.
"Little trade secret," Spike said. "I might share it with you sometime."
"Why are you going to the wrong park?" Faye asked, "He shot his wife in Lavender Park in Aruba, and you're going to Bird Park?"
"A reliable source told me he's near Bird Park," Spike answered.
"Oh? How reliable are we talking, Spike?"
"Heh, not too reliable, but reliable enough," Spike said with a smirk, removing the cigarette from his mouth and dropping onto the ground, stepping on it. "An old friend from a past life told me."
"Great, I'm working on information and you're getting help from ghosts," Faye lamented. "Well, I suppose it's worth a shot, can't be any more time- wasting than the leads I've been getting, or should I say, lack thereof? Ed's searching the net for info."
"Well then, shall we get going?"
"Sure. It's a lovely day for a walk in the park."
---^^^---
There was a slight chill int the breeze. Jet could sense that the weather was changing from the warm day the weatherman had previously predicted to a completely different one. It was odd, since all the weather on Mars was controlled within the cities. It's like the forecasters were playing the guessing game with the weather control center. Jet shook his head and sighed, he hadn't experienced a pleasant day in a long while, and he wondered if things were nicer in Torrent.
Lavender Park was established early in the construction of the downtown section of Aruba City. It was hypothesized that the park would be able to keep the area bright and lively, discouraging crime, and instead encouraging constant urban development. High class apartments were nearby, but most of the people living in the area were of moderate economic status. He walked through the section of the park closed off to every day citizens, but open to law enforcement. He wouldn't be hassled, he was with ISSP before, and had connections. Besides, he had Jun Yumizaki's permission. Save for a few detectives, the area was empty, so he doubted he'd have much trouble. In fact, he soon spotted an old friend. Many people owed Jet Black favors, because he made many friends. Even though his beat was the satellite Ganymede, you could find at least one or two people here and there that were old friends of his.
"Jet! Jet Black!" he was greeted by a lean, mustached man with a tan complexion. "Hey, remember me? It's Lennis Irn!"
"Lennis!" Jet said with earnest, "how's it goin'? You working this beat now, huh?"
"That's right, I'm in the Homicide Division," Lennis answered. "They've got me working this Whitman homicide with a group of other guys, operating from all over the west. I've really come far from working the docks at Ganymede, haven't I?"
On Ganymede, Lennis worked as a detective for the Drug Task Force Division of that satelite's ISSP branch. When he was once accused of taking drug evidence for himself, Jet stood up for him and eventually revealed who was really doing it, the head of the task force. Jet hadn't seen him since.
"Heh heh, yeah," Jet responded warmly.
"So, the Black Dog of Ganymede is on Mars, huh? Whatcha doin' here, were you transferred or something? Oh, that's right, I heard you quit the ISSP. What are you doing now?"
"Well, I'm a bounty hunter," Jet said. "I've been working for three and a half years with this one guy, and we've got some other people too. We're on an old fishing ship, it's called the Bebop. Normally we operate right out of the main port here in the city. Right now we're looking for Whitman, too."
"Bounty hunter, eh? Ah, so using connections to gain access to the crime scene, huh? Well, that's fine with me, but I doubt you'll find anything around here that'll help."
Jet looked over at where the body outline was, right on both the grass and walk. There was some blood on the walk and ISSP agents were analyzing the area, combing it for clues. Jet observed them for a moment, then began searching the area as well. He carefully eyed the trees, from their top to bottom, checked their trunks. He wasn't sure what he should be looking for, but had a feeling he'd find something. Deeper into the wooded area, Jet could spot a hill nearby. A man ascended the hill, a cleaner probably, but Jet wasn't sure. From his view, Jet could make out a few features of the man. He was tall, slender and lanky with a light complexion. He crouched down to the ground and lifted open a section of it up. Jet was curious. The man began climbing in to the small door in the hill, and Jet walked toward him. At first the man didn't take notice, but then Jet stepped passed a group of birds that made a ruckus as they flew off. The man spotted Jet and quickly climbed out, taking off like the wind. Jet hesitated at first, but soon gave chase. The man ran down the hill and to the tennis courts in the park. Jet followed, waving his arms and telling the man that he just wanted to question him. By the time Jet got to the tennis courts, the man was far from them, already in the streets. Jet only managed to get to the sidewalk before there was a suddenly thump. Of course, the sound followed the man being impacted by a truck. Jet stood, motionless, as the truck stopped. The man he had been pursuing was mangled by the impact, his body twisted in such a fashion that it made Jet want to look away immediately.
----^^^----
"HEL-LO!" Ed greeted to Spike and Faye on Faye's visual communicator. "Edward's got info for Spike and Faye Faye!"
"Really? Anything useful, Ed?" Spike asked.
Spike and Faye were already en route to Bird Park. Spike was certain he wasn't the only one besides Morrison that would be looking for Gill Whitman. He didn't like other bounty hunters getting in his way. Of course, he had to make sure Faye didn't either, and she was on his team. Then another thought came to Spike's head; what would he do about Gil's daughter? She might be an obstacle, and he didn't want to put a kid in danger.
"Um, uh, I dunno. you decide!" Ed said. "Okay, let's start with Gill Renold Whitman. Born April 15, 2034 in Tharsis City, right here on Mars! Let's see. blood type A, hair brown, eyes blue, shoe size--"
"Something useful might come in handy Edward," Faye remarked. "Does this guy have any priors? Any connections here in Torrent? Do you have any information that we can use to catch this guy?!"
"Oh ho ho! Okey dokey! Gill Whitman, wanted for first degree murder and kidnapping! Priors include assault and battery and reckless driving! Gill, Gill, gills on a fish! Swim swim, and swim---"
"Edward! Stay on task!" Spike demanded.
Ed frowned. "Gee," she sniffed. "Fine fine fine, funny hair. I didn't mean to do anything bad."
"That's okay, Ed," Spike said with a sigh. "Please continue."
"Okey dokey! Oh ho ho! It says in the file that these priors were when he was 16 and 19 respectively. Since then. he's been a model citizen!"
"Really? What about those mood swings Punch on Big Shot said he had?" Faye asked.
"Hm, well says here that he was taking medicine for a disorder," Edward explained. "Had outbursts, often violent. Something something stress something! He was taking medicine for the disorder, but supposedly stopped for some reason. That's what a police report says."
"Hm," Spike mused. "Well, that might have been it, what made him kill his wife. Guess his disorder acted up or something. Sounds like an excuse to me, though. Edward, any reports of domestic abuse?"
"Spike, who cares?" Faye said. "There's nothing she's told us that will help us actually FIND him, and we can really use that money!"
"Look, if we can figure out how he's thinking, we can find him easier, right?"
"Oh boy, you're starting to sound like Jet now."
"No official reports of domestic abuse," Ed reported. "Nope nope, no hit hit!"
"Hm, well then... anything else?"
"Well, I've kinda been.. here we go!" Edward said, typing away at TOMATO again. "I've got it! Okay, records indicate sightings of Gill and Christine Whitman at 10:00 AM, 1:00 PM, and just recently at 2:23 PM! They were around the subway station on Cappard Avenue, the hot dog stand at the corner of Jackie Street, and near the pond at Bird Park!"
"If this information is available, you can bet that the ISSP and other bounty hunters probably have it as well," Spike said. "We'll have to hurry, Faye."
"I won't let some losers get in my way," Faye assured him.
"Wait, wait! Spike, Faye Faye! Hey!" Ed shouted. "He must be around that area."
"What is it, Ed?" Spike asked.
"Well, Mr. Bounty Head has a rented storage space! Don't know why he has it, but he could be staying there! It's on Wilkinson Street, but that's at the far end of town."
"How is that 'in the area'? We can't.." Faye began.
"We'll go to the park first. Thanks Ed," Spike said. "If you get anything else, let us know."
"Kay. Oh, and bring me something something! Ed wants a souvenir!"
"Sure. See ya."
"Heeeheeho, bye bye!"
When Spike and Faye's faces disappeared from the screen, Ed laid back, and stuck her feet in the air, wiggling them. Then she mimicked as though she were riding a bicycle. Ein looked up from where he lay, and then returned it to a comfortable position. The corgi could probably get some sleep if Ed wasn't too noisy, but it seemed too much to hope for that day. She was especially hyper.
"I hope it's chocolate!"
---^^^----
"Dad, are we leaving Mars?" Christine asked her father, as they hurried along Central Avenue. "I don't want to leave all my friends, daddy. Please don't make me leave it all behind."
Gill Whitman was a wreck. He hadn't showered or shaved in days, and he was running out of clean clothing in the bags he had with him. He was hungry, he was tired. Disorientated. His daughter's pleas were expected, and he assured her they weren't leaving Mars, but if he had the chance, he would. When it began, the thought running through his head was that he had to prove his innocence, but now all his thought went toward assuring his daughter and making her feel safe, and trying not to get caught. As they walked down the street a broadcast of 'Big Shot' caught his attention in the window of an electronics store. As soon as his face appeared on the screen, Gill pulled his daughter away and they ran off. He felt like he was walking through a nightmare. He kept going, but there was no end in sight.
END OF THIRD MOVEMENT
Edward knelt over TOMATO's keyboard and began rapidly typing. Her mind was so focused on her task, she didn't notice the ringing in the background, signaling a call from one of her comrades. Ein barked and nudged the girl until she turned and smiled. After getting to her feet, Ed danced over to the multipurpose PC the crew often used for a television and pressed a button. Faye appeared in a small video window, an irate look on her face. Edward smiled brightly and greeted the woman.
"Hi hi, Faye-Faye!"
"Damn it Ed, what the hell took you so long?!" Faye demanded.
"Ed was doing a hacking exercise-cise," Ed replied. "Very very importante, importante, seniorita!"
"Stop fooling around, I need your help."
"Whatzit? Okey dokey!"
"Okay," Faye began, "first I need you to run a check on Gill Whitman to see if he has any previous charges on his record. "I've been asking around and he seems pretty clean, but I want to make sure. Then I need you to get information on his wife, her job at the medical lab, her office hours. While your at it, you should run a check on that company, too. um. what was it's name again? Calestal Medical."
"That's a lot of info," Ed commented.
"Well I'm not getting very far doing what I'm doing," Faye lamented. "I'm in some dive at the far end of Torrent, looking for this guy, and I'm thinking it'd be easier to start back there in Aruba. Just get some basics, I'll call back in a little bit. Shouldn't take long, should it?"
"Nope!" Ed replied enthusiastically.
"Good. Hey, any word from Spike or Jet?"
"Nothing nothing from Spi-ike, but Jet's searching Lavender Park near here. Says it's the crime scene. Spoooky!"
"Hm, okay. Later," Faye said, signing off.
"Bye bye!"
----^^^-----
Faye felt the eyes of all the men in the bar. While she enjoyed attention, she was more concerned with the task at hand. After all, it entailed the collecting of bounty money. She made her way to the door, when she was stopped by a tall, brawny man with a sweat-stained grey shirt and an unpleasant odor. The man leaned down to her, as he was rather tall and grinned. It was the same everywhere she went in that area of town. She wished that there'd be some kind of accident resulting in the vacuum of space sucking up the lowlifes that thought they had a chance with her. With that thought she smiled sweetly and looked intently at the man in front of her.
"Hey there, baby," she said. "I knew one of you guys would have the guts to approach me."
"I overheard you're a bounty hunter," the man said. "How much money do you get for capturing my heart?"
"Sure it isn't a different body part you want me to wrangle?" Faye asked, semi-seductively.
"Ohhh yeah," the sweaty man said, excited.
"Well, too bad," Faye commented. "You're just not worth the reward!"
With that Faye lunged forward and kneed the man in the stomach, and kicked him in the face, sending him to the ground. The man grabbed his face and stomach in pain and his friends came to his aid. The other men in the bar turned from looking at her, going back to their normal business while she stood before her victim, again smiling sweetly. The man was dragged off and Faye made her exit, feeling confident and proud of her quick reflexes. She wasn't dulling.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice, a man talking to an older woman about Gill Whitman. She peered around the corner to spot Spike asking a woman questions. The old woman, short and stout, with a sun hat on her head and a basket weave bag in hand, didn't know anything. Defeated, Spike asked for directions to Bird Park. The woman paused to think while Spike lit up a cigarette.
"I think you take a right on Birmingham Street, no.. it was a left on Barberel Street, and a right on Cappard Avenue. Then you should keep going until you see the sign for Cardinal Road. Keep going and you'll come to Bird Park. hm, I heard that there's already bounty hunters there, young man."
"Damn, I hate competition," Spike said. "I feel so bad about embarrassing them."
The old woman stood and sort of shrugged. Spike thanked her and she turned and left. The green-haired man stood still for a while, cigarette dangling in his mouth. Then he looked up to the sky, and around to where Faye was, causing her to quickly turn back to wall.
"I thought I smelled trouble around here. You can come out Faye," Spike said with a slight smile.
"How'd you know, did you spot me?" Faye asked, turning the corner.
"Little trade secret," Spike said. "I might share it with you sometime."
"Why are you going to the wrong park?" Faye asked, "He shot his wife in Lavender Park in Aruba, and you're going to Bird Park?"
"A reliable source told me he's near Bird Park," Spike answered.
"Oh? How reliable are we talking, Spike?"
"Heh, not too reliable, but reliable enough," Spike said with a smirk, removing the cigarette from his mouth and dropping onto the ground, stepping on it. "An old friend from a past life told me."
"Great, I'm working on information and you're getting help from ghosts," Faye lamented. "Well, I suppose it's worth a shot, can't be any more time- wasting than the leads I've been getting, or should I say, lack thereof? Ed's searching the net for info."
"Well then, shall we get going?"
"Sure. It's a lovely day for a walk in the park."
---^^^---
There was a slight chill int the breeze. Jet could sense that the weather was changing from the warm day the weatherman had previously predicted to a completely different one. It was odd, since all the weather on Mars was controlled within the cities. It's like the forecasters were playing the guessing game with the weather control center. Jet shook his head and sighed, he hadn't experienced a pleasant day in a long while, and he wondered if things were nicer in Torrent.
Lavender Park was established early in the construction of the downtown section of Aruba City. It was hypothesized that the park would be able to keep the area bright and lively, discouraging crime, and instead encouraging constant urban development. High class apartments were nearby, but most of the people living in the area were of moderate economic status. He walked through the section of the park closed off to every day citizens, but open to law enforcement. He wouldn't be hassled, he was with ISSP before, and had connections. Besides, he had Jun Yumizaki's permission. Save for a few detectives, the area was empty, so he doubted he'd have much trouble. In fact, he soon spotted an old friend. Many people owed Jet Black favors, because he made many friends. Even though his beat was the satellite Ganymede, you could find at least one or two people here and there that were old friends of his.
"Jet! Jet Black!" he was greeted by a lean, mustached man with a tan complexion. "Hey, remember me? It's Lennis Irn!"
"Lennis!" Jet said with earnest, "how's it goin'? You working this beat now, huh?"
"That's right, I'm in the Homicide Division," Lennis answered. "They've got me working this Whitman homicide with a group of other guys, operating from all over the west. I've really come far from working the docks at Ganymede, haven't I?"
On Ganymede, Lennis worked as a detective for the Drug Task Force Division of that satelite's ISSP branch. When he was once accused of taking drug evidence for himself, Jet stood up for him and eventually revealed who was really doing it, the head of the task force. Jet hadn't seen him since.
"Heh heh, yeah," Jet responded warmly.
"So, the Black Dog of Ganymede is on Mars, huh? Whatcha doin' here, were you transferred or something? Oh, that's right, I heard you quit the ISSP. What are you doing now?"
"Well, I'm a bounty hunter," Jet said. "I've been working for three and a half years with this one guy, and we've got some other people too. We're on an old fishing ship, it's called the Bebop. Normally we operate right out of the main port here in the city. Right now we're looking for Whitman, too."
"Bounty hunter, eh? Ah, so using connections to gain access to the crime scene, huh? Well, that's fine with me, but I doubt you'll find anything around here that'll help."
Jet looked over at where the body outline was, right on both the grass and walk. There was some blood on the walk and ISSP agents were analyzing the area, combing it for clues. Jet observed them for a moment, then began searching the area as well. He carefully eyed the trees, from their top to bottom, checked their trunks. He wasn't sure what he should be looking for, but had a feeling he'd find something. Deeper into the wooded area, Jet could spot a hill nearby. A man ascended the hill, a cleaner probably, but Jet wasn't sure. From his view, Jet could make out a few features of the man. He was tall, slender and lanky with a light complexion. He crouched down to the ground and lifted open a section of it up. Jet was curious. The man began climbing in to the small door in the hill, and Jet walked toward him. At first the man didn't take notice, but then Jet stepped passed a group of birds that made a ruckus as they flew off. The man spotted Jet and quickly climbed out, taking off like the wind. Jet hesitated at first, but soon gave chase. The man ran down the hill and to the tennis courts in the park. Jet followed, waving his arms and telling the man that he just wanted to question him. By the time Jet got to the tennis courts, the man was far from them, already in the streets. Jet only managed to get to the sidewalk before there was a suddenly thump. Of course, the sound followed the man being impacted by a truck. Jet stood, motionless, as the truck stopped. The man he had been pursuing was mangled by the impact, his body twisted in such a fashion that it made Jet want to look away immediately.
----^^^----
"HEL-LO!" Ed greeted to Spike and Faye on Faye's visual communicator. "Edward's got info for Spike and Faye Faye!"
"Really? Anything useful, Ed?" Spike asked.
Spike and Faye were already en route to Bird Park. Spike was certain he wasn't the only one besides Morrison that would be looking for Gill Whitman. He didn't like other bounty hunters getting in his way. Of course, he had to make sure Faye didn't either, and she was on his team. Then another thought came to Spike's head; what would he do about Gil's daughter? She might be an obstacle, and he didn't want to put a kid in danger.
"Um, uh, I dunno. you decide!" Ed said. "Okay, let's start with Gill Renold Whitman. Born April 15, 2034 in Tharsis City, right here on Mars! Let's see. blood type A, hair brown, eyes blue, shoe size--"
"Something useful might come in handy Edward," Faye remarked. "Does this guy have any priors? Any connections here in Torrent? Do you have any information that we can use to catch this guy?!"
"Oh ho ho! Okey dokey! Gill Whitman, wanted for first degree murder and kidnapping! Priors include assault and battery and reckless driving! Gill, Gill, gills on a fish! Swim swim, and swim---"
"Edward! Stay on task!" Spike demanded.
Ed frowned. "Gee," she sniffed. "Fine fine fine, funny hair. I didn't mean to do anything bad."
"That's okay, Ed," Spike said with a sigh. "Please continue."
"Okey dokey! Oh ho ho! It says in the file that these priors were when he was 16 and 19 respectively. Since then. he's been a model citizen!"
"Really? What about those mood swings Punch on Big Shot said he had?" Faye asked.
"Hm, well says here that he was taking medicine for a disorder," Edward explained. "Had outbursts, often violent. Something something stress something! He was taking medicine for the disorder, but supposedly stopped for some reason. That's what a police report says."
"Hm," Spike mused. "Well, that might have been it, what made him kill his wife. Guess his disorder acted up or something. Sounds like an excuse to me, though. Edward, any reports of domestic abuse?"
"Spike, who cares?" Faye said. "There's nothing she's told us that will help us actually FIND him, and we can really use that money!"
"Look, if we can figure out how he's thinking, we can find him easier, right?"
"Oh boy, you're starting to sound like Jet now."
"No official reports of domestic abuse," Ed reported. "Nope nope, no hit hit!"
"Hm, well then... anything else?"
"Well, I've kinda been.. here we go!" Edward said, typing away at TOMATO again. "I've got it! Okay, records indicate sightings of Gill and Christine Whitman at 10:00 AM, 1:00 PM, and just recently at 2:23 PM! They were around the subway station on Cappard Avenue, the hot dog stand at the corner of Jackie Street, and near the pond at Bird Park!"
"If this information is available, you can bet that the ISSP and other bounty hunters probably have it as well," Spike said. "We'll have to hurry, Faye."
"I won't let some losers get in my way," Faye assured him.
"Wait, wait! Spike, Faye Faye! Hey!" Ed shouted. "He must be around that area."
"What is it, Ed?" Spike asked.
"Well, Mr. Bounty Head has a rented storage space! Don't know why he has it, but he could be staying there! It's on Wilkinson Street, but that's at the far end of town."
"How is that 'in the area'? We can't.." Faye began.
"We'll go to the park first. Thanks Ed," Spike said. "If you get anything else, let us know."
"Kay. Oh, and bring me something something! Ed wants a souvenir!"
"Sure. See ya."
"Heeeheeho, bye bye!"
When Spike and Faye's faces disappeared from the screen, Ed laid back, and stuck her feet in the air, wiggling them. Then she mimicked as though she were riding a bicycle. Ein looked up from where he lay, and then returned it to a comfortable position. The corgi could probably get some sleep if Ed wasn't too noisy, but it seemed too much to hope for that day. She was especially hyper.
"I hope it's chocolate!"
---^^^----
"Dad, are we leaving Mars?" Christine asked her father, as they hurried along Central Avenue. "I don't want to leave all my friends, daddy. Please don't make me leave it all behind."
Gill Whitman was a wreck. He hadn't showered or shaved in days, and he was running out of clean clothing in the bags he had with him. He was hungry, he was tired. Disorientated. His daughter's pleas were expected, and he assured her they weren't leaving Mars, but if he had the chance, he would. When it began, the thought running through his head was that he had to prove his innocence, but now all his thought went toward assuring his daughter and making her feel safe, and trying not to get caught. As they walked down the street a broadcast of 'Big Shot' caught his attention in the window of an electronics store. As soon as his face appeared on the screen, Gill pulled his daughter away and they ran off. He felt like he was walking through a nightmare. He kept going, but there was no end in sight.
END OF THIRD MOVEMENT