King otherwise occupied, it was the perfect opportunity to search the place.
Rad Bradley, private detective extraordinaire. He was a nice guy. He was going to be disappointed when he found out who she really was, but that didnât matter. Because when that time came, Jennifer hoped to have solved the little mystery at the heart of Harlem and to have found her brother, James, and that was all that mattered. And the answer lay somewhere inside the Kingâs theater, she was sure of it.
Jennifer took a breath and ventured onwards.
Sheâd been working on her own for a long time, too long. She still remembered the day of chaos, the day the Empire State Building had been torn apart from the inside-out. In the aftermath there had been no one to stop her borrowing one or two things, like the experimental silver gun that swung heavily from her right hand. That, and as much of the surveillance data on the robot gangs as she could stuff into an old briefcase without anyone noticing what was missing. And the logs from the naval robot yards, the ones indicating that James had gone in but that his section hadnât begun processing before a halt was called to the operation.
The risk was worth it, as had been calling Rad. That had paid off in spades, because he had led her to the King, which would lead her to her brother, she was sure of it. And once sheâd found him and got him to safety, she and the detective would be able to clear up the little problem of the robots and the wacko calling himself the King of 125th Street. And then she could go back to the Empire State Building and maybe take charge herself. After all, she would be the cityâs savior, and she had a very big gun.
Jennifer rounded a corner. Ahead was a large, low space, with a set of wide sliding doors forming most of the far wall. In the center of the room was the car, vast and black and silent. Sheâd managed to get herself back to the garage. Sheâd lost track of time, and she was now far enough away from the main workshop that she wouldnât be able to hear the others return. She also knew that she shouldnât be here, not really, and it occurred to her that sheâd entered the domain of the Kingâs robot driver.
Jennifer waited in the doorway a moment, but the garage was quiet except for the slow ticking of the carâs engine as it cooled.
âHello?â She raised the gun and stepped forward, eyes wide, alert. There was no other exit aside from the big sliding doors, and no real place for the robot to hide. Jennifer jogged forward and ducked down to peer into the carâs interior, but it was empty. She tried the door, which opened with a click and swung backwards smoothly.
She leaned in to take a better look at the remarkable vehicle. Sheâd never seen anything like it, although the controls seemed just like any other car. The car was powerful, she knew that, and fast too. It would make the perfect getaway vehicle if she and Rad had to make a speedy escape. Even better, the car had a large button in the center of the dash that said START. Jennifer just hoped it was that easy.
She stood and moved to the garage doors. There were four windows set high; on tip-toes Jennifer could just make out an empty, narrow street, more like an alleyway. She tried to remember the route theyâd taken to get to the theater just a short while before. She could remember the way, she was sure of itâ
An arm enveloped her chest, a gloved hand pressed hard against her mouth. Jennifer cried out but she couldnât breathe, and the sound died in her throat. She struggled, half-turned, and got a face full of thick black fur.
She pushed against the robot as it dragged her backwards towards the car. Jenniferâs arms were held against her body but she could bend the gun arm at the elbow. She raised the weapon, trying to angle it in her hand to point it at her attacker, but the gun was knocked away with a clack almost as
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