I hear a voice shout out behind me, but I quickly lose myself in the crowd. ![]() As I come to an intersection with a bigger tunnel, I have to dodge the incoming people flowing underground to avoid the storm. And Boss Kalba’s fights are the most popular in the city.ĭecision made, I double back through a passage that leads to one of the main avenues. There’s always pockets to be picked at the dens. I can’t remember if tonight is flesh fights or hounds. If I head over to Boss Kalba’s den, I can probably lift a few extra chits from the drunk gamblers betting on the fights. By the time they make it down the ladder, I’m three streets over planning my next exit. I rip the manhole open and disappear into the dark before the commandos can catch up. They don’t know the extent of the Ket’s underbelly. But the corpo commandos are still tourists on Tundar, here for the racing season and gone before true winter hits. There’s always another way out in this city. I’m unbalanced by the force of impact and we both go down.īut I scramble away from him and slide myself in the opposite direction, fingers grasping at the manhole cover that none of them noticed. My other leg spins and collides with the side of his head. Small guy lunges my way but I’m already ahead of him. I kick hard at the ground, spraying ice dust in his face, and he jerks back. Tundar ice has a certain scent, like a wild caress and the kiss of a cold, cold death. The wind picks up slightly and I can smell ice in the air. Then maybe I wouldn’t be stuck picking pockets. Some days I wish there were more than just mining or sledding jobs on this frozen wasteland of a planet. ![]() ![]() I should’ve known better with the race coming up, but it’s not the first time I’ve chosen the wrong pockets to pick. They must work for one of the bigger corporations. But these guys weren’t as green as some of the other corporate tourists. With the corporate presence growing on-world by the day, the commandos seemed like quick chits. I usually pick my marks better than this. Especially since he’s now standing between me and my exit. The ugliest one smacks a pipe into his palm while one of the smaller guys moves slowly to my left, trying to flank me. The three corporate commandos blocking my way don’t seem to notice the coming storm, as they’re still pretty hell-bent on kicking my ass. Storms on Tundar only mean more ice and near instant death from hypothermia. But when I’m outnumbered and a storm is brewing, I’m not going to be a chump either.
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