“Sure thing, Collector.”
Of course I was going to stop dead in my tracks. Couldn’t run with this heart. Especially couldn’t outrun a Collector. They always have friends. Always.
Holos came to life all around his suit, displaying all the information there ever was on me and then some. “Seems you go by the name Ace. I’d rather stick to that. All the given numbers are too high to complete in one breath. Does that suit you? Otherwise I’ll have the holo do it for me just for regulation’s sake.”
“Ace is fine, Collector.”
“Affirmative. Call me ‘Red 989’ for now. Helps distinguish myself from the rest of the Collector branches. I’d appreciate it Ace. Collectors aren’t just Collectors, you know.”
I nodded. “Got it.” Got lucky this time. Wasn’t one of the Golds that got me. Thank the sun.
He removed his helmet, the locks hissed, and he passed a holo over to me.
Damn, all of this!
Yeah, I fucking knew it. Right down to the very date that it happened. Covered in sweat and rust and…