Slim swiveled on Stenn. He was still in an awkward spot.
"I want you to take me to Mr. Arena," Stenn said. "I have a proposition
to put before him." He lowered the gun and handed it to Heavy.
It seemed like a long time until Slim lowered his gun.
"Heavy, put him in the back seat." He motioned me ahead, watched me as
he climbed in the T-Bird.
"Nice friends you got, mug," he said. The T-Bird started up, backed,
and roared off toward the city. I stood under the polyarcs and watched
the tail glare out of sight.
Max Arena was the man I had come to the city to find.