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Chapter 6

Desertion

Angel and Viper sat on the floor as Blade tried in vain to find a way to escape from the warehouse storeroom that served as their prison. "Well," Angel said, "I guess this means I've failed my initiation."

Viper turned towards her. "You gotta be kidding? Here we are, waiting to be Destroyer recruitment bait and you're thinking about your initiation?"

"Well, it's just…" Angel glanced down at the floor. "I was really hoping I could actually accomplish something at least once in my life. You know, show that I'm not such a joke. Prove everyone wrong. Most of all, I'm sorry I never got to tell Shade just what she meant to me. I don't think I would've been able to make through life without her."

"Hey, we ain't dead yet!" Blade said, continuing his search. "There's gotta be a way outta this shit."

Viper put her hand on Angel's shoulder. "Yeah, girl! Alley Cats don't give up that easily. You wanna prove you're Alley Cat material, don't cha?"

Angel looked towards Blade. "Okay, Houdini, got any ideas on how to get outta here?"

"Hang on!" Blade said. "I figure there's gotta be a ventilation shaft or something."

"You watch too many movies, dude," Angel said.

"Actually, I haven't been to the movies much this past year. Though, I did see that space movie last week. That kicked ass!"

"What I meant was that kinda miracle shit doesn't happen in real life."

"Geez, you're a fucking optimist"

However, Blade was starting to silently agree with Angel. He couldn't find a way out of here. Everyone's attention was suddenly drawn towards the sound of the door being unlocked. "Geez, they're using us already?" Viper said.

Angel stood up. "Fuck this! I ain't goin' out in some recruitment pen like some chump! I'm gonna bop these suckers 'til one of us gets wrecked! You guys with me?"

Viper and Blade nodded. "Yeah," Viper said, "I hear ya, girl! That's the spirit!"

"Okay!" Blade said. "Let's rock these toys!"

The moment the door opened, the tree of them charged at the two Destroyers who opened it. Angel tackled Cowboy while Blade and Viper took on Swan. Angel and Cowboy rolled across the ground. "Woah, chil!" Cowboy shouted. "We're letting you go!"

Angel, Blade and Viper were surprised. "Wait a sec," Viper said confused, "What do you mean, you're letting us go?"

Swan freed himself from Blade's grasp. "We're cuttin' out from the Destroyers tonight. Figured we'd piss Virgil off before we left."

Angel released Cowboy, who promptly got up, dusted himself off and picked his hat up off the ground. "C'mon. We'll lead the way."

Swan and Cowboy led them away from the warehouse, across a field and down several city streets. Swan pointed them down a street. "Okay, keep going that way and you'll get to a station. There's a train going down that route that'll take you to Times Square." He turned to Angel, Blade and Viper. "This is where we'll have to part company."

Cowboy waved at them. "Good luck, guys." Blade shook hands with Swan and Cowboy. "Thanks. We owe you one."

"No problem," Cowboy said. "Later, partner."

Both groups went their separate ways. As Angel, Blade and Viper walked down the street, Angel noticed something from the corner of her eye. "Hey!' She pointed around the corner towards another street. Three Destroyers were loading a bunch of stolen goods from an electronics store to a van parked right outside.

"So?" Viper said. "It's just a couple Destroyers looting a store."

"Yeah, but what if we wrecked them, took their van and made off with their merchandise? That way, we could get back, sell their shit and make a profit outta this mess?"

Blade considered this for a moment and smiled. "I like the way you think, youngblood. What about you, Viper?"

Viper smiled. "Yeah, me too. Let's do it!" She turned towards Angel. "C'mon, girl. Let's boogie!"

The three of them charged at the Destroyers, managing to catch them momentarily off guard. Angel tackled one of them, pinned him to the ground and pummeled him unconscious. Viper blocked the blows the Destroyer she faced was throwing at her with the martial arts training she had. She kicked him in the stomach, knocking his against the wall behind him. Still winded, the Destroyer swung at her and missed. Viper punched him in the face and landed a karate shop to the back of his head, knocking him out. Blade grabbed a bat off the wall and took his Destroyer down after a few blows.

The Blade and Angel of them went to the back of the truck to look at the loot while Viper went to cheack out the driver's seat.. The truck was packed with all sorts of goods: Radios, TV's, 8-track players, calculator watches and stereo speakers. "Holy shit1" Blade said. Those Destroyers have been working overtime. We can make a pretty good profit from this stuff!"

"I can hotwire this thing, no problem." Angel said.

"No need for that!" Viper said, leaning out the truck's window. "Those Destroyers left the keys in the ignition!"

"Good," Blade said. "Let's get this thing back to Times Square."

Times Square

1:35 AM

Wolf's attention was drawn towards the radio at the Alley Cats' hangout as the Parliament song on it faded and the DJ's voice took over. "Okay, boppers. We got something hot off the press for you. In the big C.I., the Destroyers caught a couple stray Alley Cats struttin' on their turf. Those ferocious felines gave the Destroyers the slip and made off with some of their hard-earned loot. Rumor has it that they had a helping hand from some Destroyers who went AWOL tonight. Sorry, Virgil. Looks like this just ain't your night. We'll be back in a bit, boppers. Meanwhile, for all you cats ready to start flexin' tonight, here's a little somethin' to help get you in the mood."

Cheap Trick's "Ello Kiddies" came on the radio. One of the Alley Cats ran towards Wolf. "Hey, Warlord! Blade and Viper are back with the new blood. And they brought back a little present!"

Wolf checked out the contents of the truck Blade, Viper and Angel had brought back. "Impressive! We're gonna make some serious bread off this shit!"

"Yeah," Blade said. "And the Destroyers were nice enough to do all the heavy lifting for us!"

Wolf walked towards Angel. "Well, youngblood, what do you say we go try on your new colors right now?"

Angel smiled. "Cool! I can dig that!"

"Meanwhile," Wolf said in a more serious tone, "We gotta see about getting us a new writer. West's gonna be a tough guy to replace."

"Don't worry," Angel said. "I happen to know somebody."