Wall of Disclaimers is up.

Grysat punched in the numbers to Kyntak's cellular.

King just used the code.

It meant, "Six is in an enormous, and when I say enormous I mean of mammoth proportions, amount of trouble and you need to call him and tell him that." This could just as easily apply to Kyntak.

Considering the code was kung pao chicken, Grysat did a good job of not totally freaking out.

He just redialed.

Kyntak weaved his way through the crowd. Club Insomniac's Creatures of the Night party was in full swing. Music pounded in the air, a bass blowing out shock waves. Lasers danced around the room, forming no patterns in particular. The dance floor was crowded, people spilling into the walkways nearby. Kyntak avoided the jostling. He had a job. Something to be done.

"Hey, babe, wanna dance?" A girl with an up-do walked straight into his path. She smiled baring fake glue-on fangs. Kyntak shook his head. She pouted and tugged on his arm. Kyntak grabbed one of her pink highlights and tugged playfully. She released him in favor of fixing her hair.

"Sorry." He gave her a wink as he forced his way through the crowd. A fair distance away he rolled his eyes. That was why he never went to clubs. The fake wedding ring on his finger never deterred anyone at a club.

He ordered a coke, the drink because crack was whack (and he had a drug test scheduled for next week), and chose a spot that allowed him a good vantage point of the intersection. A few minutes left. That was all he had. He spied the tracks.

He had spent the remainder of the afternoon asking around his old haunts and cataloging his information. His other informants had given him similar information in hushed whispers.

Vanish was the one. Grysat had already told him in code that, despite the Spades storming his office, the exchange was still on. Kyntak waited until the proper train pulled in. There. Agents were ready to storm the area.

Where was Six? Kyntak looked panickedly over the departing crowd. There were a few skin heads but none that was his skin head. He was on his feet in the next beat. By the end of the song, he was fighting off bouncers.

Left. Right.

Foot. Foot.

Hand. Head.

He plowed on. His actions meant nothing.

Six wasn't there.


Outside, he shoved through the crowd. No Six. Anywhere.

His breath caught in his throat as someone opened fire. He dragged a little girl and her mother down behind a car with him. The child was calm about the whole thing. The mother, not so much. He figured it was a taxi and shoved them in.

"Far away as possible." The cabbie nodded and sped off when Kyntak tossed a roll at him. He stared around. Most of the civilians had taken cover. There were a few that didn't those were all dressed normally. But, they carried guns with enough ammo to make him imported cheese. Avoid those.

He ran as fast as he could when a hail of bullets tore after him. Snipers. Not his best day. He could out run the bullets until… the Seawall rose up in front of him…he ran out of road. Behind him, the bullets stopped. Flipping around, He noticed the snipers going down. He saw a girl, a pink-haired and agile girl, almost literally paint the town red. She took out sniper after sniper with her own gun.

Kyntak noticed that there were a few converging behind him thanks to a convenient un-shattered window. Aiming a high kick, he knocked one into his friend. He swung his fists into the mask of another. The last was taken out by a good old bash to the head with an empty gun.

Seeing the train was leaving the station, Kyntak realized he had to come up with a plan.

Seeing a hot dog vendor's cart, Kyntak realized he had one.

Nai stared down as Kyntak ran in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION. She was ready to shoot him down herself. Then she saw it.

The cart.

She chuckled bitterly as she picked off the last sniper.

He was willing to go through all that for Six?

Why hadn't he done the same for her?

This all had to do with the angle of reflection and the tension of the fabric. After Nai had been taken, Kyntak had clocked in countless hours training and learning most of Six's techniques. Adding that to his ChaoArmy training, he was a powerhouse. But, that didn't stop his guilt. No matter what the psychiatrist said, he wasn't trying to compensate for anything. Okay, maybe a little. Kyntak admitted as he launched himself at the cart.

The idea was simple: not tear through the fabric. He had learned a few things. Actually, he learned a lot by wiping the floor with Six's training program but he like to be modest. As he was saying, he learned a few things. One of those things was a thing he didn't bother to learn in school, the law of reflection.

The law of reflection stated that the angle of incidence is equal to the angle of reflection. Incidence was when the bean hit the surface. That meant the angles were of equal measure when using the surface or the normal, a ling perpendicular to the surface, as the other edge of the angle. That was why he hated math. Anyhow, the reflection beam was what he was going for, see, his idea was to act like a ray of light.

He would bounce off the surface and land on the train. Hopefully.

The top of the cart was smooth, a perfect subject. He knew that it was pressed against a streetlamp and multiple cars. Worst case scenario, he would shift them all a few meters. It wasn't stable like the walls of Six's house of even Harry's chest, yes he had tested it on a robot, but it would do. He calculated that he was close enough. He took a leap of faith. Maybe those last few decimal places I rounded off won't be too much of a problem.

Kyntak felt the air lift by him as he few. His arm were stretched out ready to grab onto the train if need be. Looking at his trajectory now, he only hoped he would not hit the side of the cars. Going splat would not be the best plan. None the less, the air was cool across his skin. It was almost relaxing.

The last time he experienced this was when he jumped off the crane with Six. That was another life-time ago. Back when they were grudging comrades and not real friends. The time before that resulted in almost getting caught in a drugs bust. Not that that mattered now that he was going to go splat.

But, by some miracle, his hand grasped the latch on the edge of the train. The moment of force almost tore his arm form its socket and knocked the air from his lungs. Kyntak could feel the muscles in his arms strain as he fought to get a better grip. The sweat on his hands made the metal slippery. His sense of motion readjusted as the motion of the train pulled him along. It wasn't the train that was moving now, well it still was. It was the rest of the scenery. He decided not to look down. His hair whipped across his face. Forgot to get a haircut.

Below, him his feet were dangling. Kyntak imagined how fast the train was going and guessed his chance of survival if he fell. The odds were not in his favor. Better not to think about it.

In a herculean effort, Kyntak hauled himself up from the side of the train and lay on the top. A few seconds later, he realized with a jolt that the train wasn't headed for the typical route. It was taking the Seawall route, reserved for cargo… Oh.

Knowing it wasn't going to hurt, Kyntak dialed the number. A weary voice came over the line. "King of Hearts."

"Howdy do?" Kyntak trilled over the noise.

"What?" The interrobang was evident in his response.

"Yeah. I'm gonna drop my phone on a train. You mind tracking it?"

There was a splutter. "Drop your phone?"

"Yeah." Kyntak grinned at King's inability to speak. "Three, two, one." He dropped it into the nearest car. He could hear king screaming his name in frustration.

Kyntak waited a few moments. In a another five minutes or so the train would reach the end of the tracks. No, this train was headed off somewhere else and he didn't have time to see where. He got up and waited, just until the train reached a place where, if he jumped, he could live.

"Three." He took a breath and judged the distance.

"Two." He started running.

"One." He let his feet leave the metal train top.