He waved at me and Bern. “Kid, I’ll be moving soon. If you want the M9, you can have it.” “That’s mighty big of you,” Bern said. “What’s the catch?” “No catch. I’m getting something better, so don’t go thinking I’m being nice. It just saves me from having to torch all this junk.” The screens went dark. “Did Mad Rogan just recruit Bug?” I asked. “Appears that way,” Bern said. We stared at each other.
