"Gross dude." Mateo stayed the pen into Seth's pocket. "Your gonna get sick from eating metal and ink. About 10 minutes."

"True. And I'm not sure I wanna be in the hospital again."

"Thin kwe've both done plenty of that for a long time." Mateo agreed.



Newt, meanwhile, was having his arm fixed up.



And Nicote was....still in the turnk. Being tracked by police, who wehere nearing in on his location.

Seth nodded in agreement.

Ash noticed and was beginning to speed just a little

The police kept following. Because Nicote was "asleep" (not) in the back and a live tracker.

The watch was just one of many gizmos he'd added to himself over the years. Being a member of a high-class family had its dangers.

He wondered how they had found out.

Well nerevmind that
The police were now tailing him, with helicopters overhead.

Ash should really get a a new brain or something.

He cursed under his breath, jerking the car off the road

Nicoe grimaced as the car started bumping.

The police with four-wheel drives and the helicopters followed

He made sure to avoid any obstacles in the way, trying to lose the cars and helicopters