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Sigma's attention was caught, the sound of foot steps and the panicked yelling and the thought of something happening bothered him. He got himself up from the bar stool and took a look out side, almost being hit by a smoking ranger on his way out...could it be that this was day two of the madness that occurred the other day? He leaned against the entrance for a moment, watching, but then the slow striding Launcher caught his attention....didn't he look like a particular Ranger he use to know. . . it was in his face. . . "Ne'er thought I'd actually see a Pita down in this place. . ." He mumbled.

The two looked at one another with a little worry...could it be time to run in the other direction? Face the Launcher with the dangerous looking hand cannons face on...?

As if reading his mind, Gaulz skid to a grinding hault and stopped Aittus, "We can't do anything if we don't stand our ground, Ai."

"I knew you'd say that, Gaulz. So? What should we do?"

"Maybe the old once around?"

"You're kidding, right? Our dad's used that and it never worked."

"Well, there's plenty of room. And he wouldn't fire in town now would he?'

". . . we don't know that"

"Good point. Start running"

"Huh?"

Gaulz pushed the ebony mechanic away from him and they separated, charging straight for the angry Launcher.

"Wha' th' hell are those apes doin? Are they tryin t' get killed? Are they losin' th' head?"

For any Launcher, the dodge would have been difficult, but for Gaulz, it was no problem. Sliding low, he missed the Cannon by only inches while Ai, at the last second, jumped over it with an extra leap push just over it. He was sure he'd get hit...but all went well. Landing on the other side of the cannon, the ebony Mechanic stopped, surprised he'd missed the first one.

Gaulz sat up and broke back into running once again at the Launcher. There was no need to actually do much but push forward. One cannon down, one more to go. It was time to actually play and for some reason, the thought thrilled the Launcher, a rise he use to never get. He guessed this was the fight or flight that his dad use to tell him about when he was still a trainee...He liked the feeling...no, he loved the feeling. His body, light as a feather, his hands cold with fear, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. . . all of it pointed to the fight now with the Mechanic's Brother.

The blond Launcher moved out of the way swiftly unlike the mechanic who had to jump back and away from the hit. It was a scorching heat that he couldn't explain, but man was it hot. He frowned. "Now you're just trying to kill us!"

"If ye dun knock it off, there'll be wigs on the green!" Finally he opened his mouth, "Now stop acting like a Baluba an' get yer arse in gear an' go some where else!"

". . ." Gaulz frowned, "Calm down. Look, you're trying to kill us over something that we just talked about. We're friends, we pick on each other"

Sigma didn't like the sense of the situation. He didn't like to get into fights often, but when he did, it was always bad.

The two, surprised, took a moment to nod and run. Now it was time to just take it easy. Back to the old stuff.

"Wow" Verla, who was standing on the side lines smiled silently, amused, "Ouch. That had to hurt. So, how are you feeling, big guy?"

"Hopefuly like a bloomin' eejit." He frowned as he came into view, "An' I thought tha' Izod taught ye be'er than tha'!" It was the voice of the man whom spoke earlier. Now he was pissed. He was enraged, "I have half a mind to beat yer arse here myself!" Sigma was in full out rage mode. He had taught Dyaus himself and had seen him grow from a distance, along with Jocasta and Ibsen as well. What a pain this was.

"Ye ain't hearin things! I know you! Yer Dyaus Pita, aren't you?" He gazed at him through his emerald eyes, the same ones that use to be so kind to him, "You were a wee lad when we first met."

He sighed, "Got into a situation with th' Wild Cats. Got shot off th' cliff and here I am. You?"