48 Criminals, you say?

"Where are they holed up?" I asked, walking toward the motorbike closest to me.

I raised a hand and the keys came fluttering straight to me.

The slime that was in my pockets squirmed, but I did not let it go. It was coming along, I needed guns.

A lot of guns.

"Their base is in the East from here," said the glasses guy. I liked him, he had guts and the ability to back it up. Such a person could serve well as my hands.

As for this place, I liked that too.

The motorbike started with a kick, it was no Davidson but it worked well enough. 

"Relafan," I said. "Handle it."

"Alright."

The motorbike moved ahead and shot toward the gates that the people of the settlement opened again.

The glasses guy back there was already working quick.

The bike shot out of the fence, the barrier that had been all this while already down with the fainting of Joe the average.