It's Morphin Time!

"The dog can't enter. The city's resources haven't been calculated to include pets."

"An' I told you, mate, I'd no more leave Fang behind than I would Dom here."

Blank Reg didn't think Dominique needed to hit him so hard for that. Wasn't like he'd offered to trade or something.

She shoved past him, leaning over his shoulder out the van's window. "Wasn't Corinth created to provide shelter to all survivors?" She pointed to where Fang sat. "He survived."

Reg grinned; the guard could try to argue with Dom, but...

Then Hell broke loose, and rules didn't matter any more.



"But what do you mean, gone?" Max flitted from monitor to monitor. "Edison can't-can't-can't be gone."

Once, he would have simply sped off and found Edison himself. But the 'net was gone, too, like Edison and Theora and Bryce and even Murray, like the bits of his own program which he hadn't quite managed to tuck away in Big Time's antiquated computer system. His world had been narrowed to Reg and Dominique and Fang and half a dozen screens.

Because of Venjix.

Max was based on Edison Carter, and Edison hadn't believed in revenge.

Edison believed in justice.

Close enough.