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save certain death awaited
     the missiles’ prey. And finally, ominously mounted atop the core furnace and exhibiting
     a muzzle that looked like it had a blue jewel set in the middle of it, was the penetrator—a
     cannon with grave piercing power.
    Yet, despite the fact that it had a lot of heavy equipment not found on the average
     battle car, judging from the size of the core furnace and engine, this vehicle could
     easily be pressed for speeds of seventy-five miles per hour. It would run safely on
     ninety-nine percent of all terrain, and, thanks to its three-quarter-inch thick wire
     suspension, it could be driven on even the worst of roads. It raced across the ground,
     a miniature behemoth.
    A figure in crimson rose from the driver’s seat and jerked a pair of sturdy goggles
     off. Blue eyes that seemed ablaze took in D. Blonde hair lent its golden hue to the
     wind. It was Leila, the younger sister of the Marcus clan.
    “So, we meet again,” said the girl.
    Perhaps it was the animosity radiating from every inch of her that made her vermilion
     coverall seem to blaze in the daylight. Her body, jolting to the incessant groaning
     of the engine, seemed to twitch with loathing for D.
    “You might’ve thought you beat my older brothers just fine, but as long as I’m around
     you can’t steal a march on the Marcus clan. Seems I ran into you at just the right
     spot. Is my prey in there?” This girl referred to the Nobility as her prey. She spat
     the words with a self-confidence and hostility that was beyond the pale.
    D continued to stand as still as a sculpture, sword in hand.
    “Out of my way,” Leila said, in a tone she used for giving orders. “It was unfortunate
     for my prey that they had nothing but this broken Shelter, and fortunate for you,
     but now I’ll be taking that good fortune, thank you. If you value your life, you’d
     best turn tail now.”
    “And if I don’t value it, what’ll you do?”
    D’s soft voice caused a reddish hue every bit as vivid as her raiment to shoot into
     her face.
    “How’s that? You seriously want to tangle with Leila Marcus and her battle car?”
    “I have two lives. Take whichever one you like. That is, if you can.”
    The serene voice, unchanged since the first time she heard it, made Leila fall silent.
     The tomboy hesitated.
    She hadn’t realized yet that the blade piercing the wall of the Shelter was there
     due to D’s secret skill alone. From the very start, it never crossed her mind that
     anything alive could perform such a feat. Still unaware of D’s true power, Leila’s
     hesitation was born of movements in her heart to which she was as yet oblivious.
    The man in black standing before her left her feeling shockingly numbed. Like a mysterious
     drug, his presence worked like an anesthetic that violated her to the very marrow
     of her bones. As if to strip the movement from her heart, Leila roughly jerked her
     goggles back down.
    “That’s too bad. This is the way we Marcuses do it!” Just as the crimson coverall
     settled back in the driver’s seat, the engine howled. She’d purposely cut the muffler
     to antagonize her opponents. The instant her hands took the controls, the massive
     tires flattened the grass. Not so much coming down the hill, the battle car was closer
     to flying, and her wheels kicked up the earth even as it touched back down. In less
     than a tenth of a second it’d taken off again. Its speed didn’t seem possible from
     a mechanical construct.
    It made a mad rush straight for D.
    D didn’t move.
    A terrible sound shook the air, now mixing with a fishy stench. The smell was accompanied
     by smoke. White smoke billowing from the burnt tires, the vehicle stopped just inches
     short of D.
    “You’re gonna feel this to the bone. Here I come!” Leila’s hysterical shouts were
     just another attempt to conceal the uneasiness of her own heart. The foot that had
     floored the gas to run down D had hit the brake a hair’s