The cat landed on all fours, with claws digging into mat to pull against the momentum, launching herself forward into the scuttling run, dodging in and around Chronin, feinting and weaving around. She dug her feet in, leapt high to flip upside down above the dragon, a hand on his head, gripping his loose hair, and dropping her body behind him, sticking her feet into his back to throw him up, over and behind her.
Reggie watched Annie's hair, leading to her face, and as her son piped up, he smirked.
"Yeah, it is easier," he said with his rumbling voice, and pinched a lock of his short fringe before brushing it aside. "But no-one ever said it was best." He smiled at the boy, and lay the assault rifle in his lap. "So, Blaze, you haven't said much. Do you enjoy scavenging with your mother?
The transport closed around Nero and the salesman, with clear reinforced plastic, and with silent ease, it set off into the underground transport channel. They were lit up by the floor, and during the journey, the salesman shuffled, fidgeted, and glanced again and again at Nero's sleeve, where the withered hand was hidden. Then light burst into the tunnel, as the breached onto the surface, faced by a field of open tarmac, with various craft parked in rows. Many colours, shapes and sizes. Most were small, built for families, or personal use, with twin engines and a wide and curved nose, and disabled ramps spilling out of the side.
"Here we are." The transport slowed, and glided through the rows as groups of ships whizzed past, until they got to the far end. There were three identical ships, all red craft, the same as the one Nero had bought. "And here's your ride." The transport stopped, and the plastic walls split open, disappearing into the floor. The salesman got out, and stood in front of the three. "So which would you like?"