26: Sunset
The sun dropped below the treeline. Her hands reached below the waistline. Shadows at the edge of the meadow made a dark line. Her robot eyes swept along a straight line. His fingers crossed the legal line.
"Stop," she said. "You can't do that."
"Who will know?" he asked.
"Everyone. That strange cyborg is probably in the desert reporting to the League."
"You're right," he said. "Bruci is calling the King. Shade is local police. Babyman, with his soldier bearing, has to be station security. I work for Prime. Top and Bottom are with rival Techplanet."