The door to the bar opened and the two figures stepped inside. The girl pushed her glasses up on her nose and tapped a few things on her datapad, following the tall man in the red coat toward the bar. A few of the town’s street rats populated the place, following the two new figures with their eyes, sizing them up in case the shit hit the fan. The bartender looked up and set aside the glass he was cleaning.
“What can I get ya, strangers?”
Lynx put his hands up on the bar as a gesture of non-violence. “We need a ride. Something fast, preferably a hover-vehicle. Where can we get one?”
The bartender laughed, a nasty sound that ended by spitting into a nearby ashtray. A few of the bar patrons stood up, walking slowly toward their new targets.
The next few split seconds were all a blur. One of the bar punks lunged in, Lynx spun to the left, and his attacker was unconscious. Another dove for Roxy, she slid under him, and her assailant hit the floor with three boot-prints on his face. Less than a second had passed. The bartender trembled as Lynx leaned in.
“We need a ride.”
Roxy smirked as she dusted herself off.
