I look around the monorail compartment. There's two other people in here with me; some old dude and his dog, and a Space Lobster.
I bring up my map.
[i/]Ten compartments away from the pilot capsule[/i]
"Oh man, remember when the mall was a city?" I pull out some posters from my day as a magician. "And with a click of my fingers." They appear around the city. I dye my hair green and don contact lenses to return my appearance to that on the poster. "That ought to do something. Famed in every galaxy for my sleight of hand." I grin. "And some good publicity."
"Oh God I'm working with two morons, a magician and a guy who is probably about to commit an act of terrorism to distract a bunch of black market security guards. The three somewhat competent members of the team are psychopathic murderers. And I don't even know where the Knifes are!"
I start banging my head against the wall.
"Sweet. Hey, remember the time I found a bunch of chickens? Where the fuck are they?"
Suddenly, a few eggs fall out my pockets.
"Actually, never mind."
"Right. Well, because I'm a fan of not being beaten to death, I'm just going to go find a vantage point where I can see the back doors. Zombie, we should probably take out the guards right after the shift change."
I walk off.
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