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through the side window and flipped into an attack stance. Before Basu could strike, the Gomen tossed three pulse-shuriken into the dashboard. The shuriken sent a wave of electricity that short-circuited all of the electrical components in the dash, including the controls.
    The hover-bus started going down.
    Basu sliced the ninja across the chest and then dropkicked him through the wall of the bus. As the ninja fell into the abyss, he launched a grappling hook at Basu. It caught onto a chunk of fat in his chest.
    The ninja reeled himself in at the speed of a dart, flying back inside through the hole. He pulled three more shuriken out of his belt, holding them in the spaces between his four fingers. Then Basu cut off his head, before the shuriken had a chance to do any more damage.
    He wobbled back to the controls, but they were burnt. He couldn’t work the steering wheel. He couldn’t work the brake. Peeking his head out the window, he saw more and more ninjas falling out of the sky onto the bus.

    In the storefront area, Basu found Chiya taking on five Gomens all by herself. There were two others on the floor, already dead.
    Chiya’s lightweight body cartwheeled backward three times, slicing the throat of one of the ninjas on the way. She pulled a small knife out of her boot and tossed it into a Gomen’s chest, right through the pocket of his polo shirt.
    At first, Basu thought she was doing really well. She had killed two of them in under a minute. But then he saw the gashes on her belly and the stab wounds between her ribs under her arm. She had been hit several times. Two of them were fatal wounds.
    She was struck again across her tiny anime nose and she tottered back, breathing rapidly. The angle of the bus was becoming sharper, and she was having difficulty keeping herself upright. She looked over at Basu.
    “What are you waiting for?” she cried. “Help me.”
    Basu grunted at her. Then he twisted his hip to show her the wound she had given him. He folded his arms and watched her.
    “Asshole!” she said, as a ninja flew at her.
    She blocked his attack, then stabbed him in the eye. The Gomen screamed as she pulled his eye out like a meatball on a fork. She yanked the eyeball off of her switchblade with her teeth and spit it at Basu.
    The obese ninja looked down at the eyeball and then up at Chiya as she gutted the screaming one-eyed man from his ribs to his scrotum. Then Basu stepped away from them and looked out of a window. The bus was coming down fast. Basu had to balance at a seventy-degree angle to keep from falling backward.
    Chiya stabbed one of the ninjas in the face, through his cheek into the brain. Then she slipped on her own blood and wobbled. The last Gomen ninja took the opportunity to fly at her with his sword, pointing straight for her heart. Chiya shrieked.
    The blade only entered her skin one centimeter. Basu caught the Gomen’s iKatana with his bare hand, stopping it from going all the way in. His palm dripped blood down the Gomen’s blade. The Gomen found himself shaking as he looked into Basu’s cold ink eyes.
    Basu grunted at the man, then he disemboweled him with his own sword.

    “Why are we going down?” Chiya yelled, holding onto a kitchen cabinet.
    “Pulse shuriken,” Basu said.
    Chiya kicked her refrigerator.
    “We need to put it into manual,” she said. “I can do it if we have enough time.”
    “We don’t,” Basu said.
    “I have to try,” she said.
    Basu nodded.
    They balanced their way through the plummeting bus back to the cockpit and Chiya went straight to work. She held her wounds as she took a toolkit out of the glove box and crawled under the dashboard to assess the situation.
    As she worked, Basu looked out of the window. The light outside was getting darker and darker as they went down. If the surrounding buildings were just a little closer and they weren’t falling so quickly he would have been able to jump to safety. But it would be impossible to even try.