CHAPTER FIVE
Combo remembered when he was a little kid, when he and his friends would see drunks out on the street. They would follow along behind them, taunting the drunk and daring him to catch them. It was said that what went around came around, and it certainly was coming around this time. There were about a dozen kids around him, mimicking his walk, appearing as a squad of tiny Frankenstein monsters marching down 137th Street. It did not appear out of the ordinary on Halloween night, but was unsettling nonetheless.
He went up a couple of blocks until he arrived at the basement apartment of a grungy tenement building. By now his right hip and his left shoulder felt as if the robotic appendages were about to rip themselves from his body. His back was holding up fine, and if it were no
