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The second Toni was gone, Jeri whirled toward the others. Lilli was sitting up now: okay but still out of the game. She knew where the spare ignition key to the truck was though, in a magnetic box under the bumper.
“Everyone mount up!” she barked. “Lilli, stay here and pay the bill, clean up the scene and come after us when you can. If those guys aren’t dead, don’t kill them. We don’t need the pigs after us too.” With that Jeri ran for her own bike, stopping at the truck just long enough to grab the shotgun.
Bobby’s netbook was still cranking tunes, some Elton John album from the seventies full of love songs. Heartened by the reminder that Toni was even more motivated than she was and wouldn’t fail her, Jeri saw that the automatic cutoff had stopped feeding gas to her bike – the tan
