Ryker's rehab, wondering if she had reached her destination. When he had a moment, he would have to send her a message.
"Man, forget I asked," Ryan said. "If it takes you that long to answer, I'd rather not know."
"What?" Austin blinked.
"If it takes you that long to answer, either you have too many women or you don’t like them at all.”
Austin shook his head. "It's not that. It's just a difficult answer."
"Oh, you don’t know who you like, huh? And they both know you like them? Nevermind, don't answer that." He glanced at his watch. "I need to catch a cab. I’ll pick up my Legion ride in the morning. Decided how you’re getting home?"
"Taking a tube back to my school and going home from there."
"Cool." Ryan handed over a stick of chewing gum. "For the trip. Hey man, stay in touch. I hope we get to serve together sometime."
“I thought we’d get a chance to talk more. I really want to hear more about your tours and what you’ve seen out there.” Austin thought of the limited stay he’d had on Tarton’s Junction. “I don’t mean this in a bad way, but I feel like I don’t know anything about my options after talking to you.”
“You don’t.” Ryan smiled and stood. “We’ll talk more soon.”
Austin stood and shook his hand. "Really nice talking with you, lieu—I mean, man."
"Yeah, being back takes some getting used to, but you'll manage. A bit of advice?"
"Sure."
Ryan stared at him. "I know I’ve already said it. Enjoy every minute you're here. I mean it; this will go by so fast. Soon, all of this will be nothing but a memory, a figment fading with the passage of time. They own you now, Stone. At least for the next five years." He looked up. "Out there will become your normal, your everyday life."
"Thanks, Ryan. I'll try."
Ryan held the handshake a moment before scooping up his bag. He slipped on a baseball hat that might have been red at some point and weaved through the sidewalk traffic. As Ryan waved to attract a taxi, Austin stared back at his coffee and took a deep breath.
Ryan was right; he needed to enjoy the sunshine, relish every moment. The sun warmed his skin, and he leaned back in the seat. He would send emails to Ryker, Skylar, and Bear when he got home to let them know he made it. He stared into the sky, his mind wandering.
An explosion ripped through the street.
The impact slammed Austin onto the pavement, his cheek slapping the concrete. Tables tumbled, crashing into splinters as a shockwave destroyed the sidewalk. People screamed and cried. Austin blinked, his vision blurring. He touched his ear and saw blood on his fingers.
Slowly, he stood in the space formerly occupied by the coffee shop table. Police ran toward a fire raging in the street while the rest of the crowd ran in the opposite direction. Austin squinted for a better view.
The fire engulfed a twisted piece of metal in the shape of a car. The vehicle had no doors, the paint melting off the side. Black text bubbled and cracked in the midst of the flames.
The taxi. Ryan's taxi had exploded in the street.
A hard knot twisted deep in his gut. A Legion Star Runner died on the streets of San Francisco. He glanced around, a sickening sense of paranoia engulfing him. Someone on this street targeted Ryan, and Austin would be next.
He hurried through the chaos of the crowd for the entrance to Base Prime, hoping safety awaited him. As he pushed through the crowd of screaming people, he pushed away the image of Ryan smiling and walking to the taxi.
CHAPTER TWO
A sweaty hand smacked his face.
Josh blinked, the side of his head flashing with pain. His vision blurred. Before him loomed a bearded man with a scar running from the corner of his eye to his chin. The man leaned in close. Hot foul breath filled Josh’s nostrils. The foul figure laughed, turned to the other pirates and said something in another language.
When he turned back, his lips curled back over his blackened teeth.
“Saya rasa