“Let me talk to Old Dragon before we do anythin’ crazy. He’s got old connections with the triad. Maybe we can broker some kinda sit-down,” I grunted and kicked my bike into gear to follow the trail of dust into the rows of crops. “If not, I’ll call Zeus Garro. We’re dead if this war comes to a head anyway. I’d rather be dead for tryin’ to keep the peace than by divin’ into the chaos.”
