CHAPTER ELEVEN
“What is up, my dudette?” said Radicles. “Hold on, don’t answer that yet. Let me get those chains off your wrists.”
Radicles quickly tore the cuffs off of Blizzard’s wrists. Blizzard immediately began rubbing them, even though the cuffs had not been particularly tight on her wrists.
“Thank you for saving me and my sister, Radicles,” said Blizzard, glancing at the unconscious gunman lying nearby, “but, um, why are you wearing sunglasses at night?”
“Because wearing sunglasses at night is totally radical, dudette,” said Radicles. He held out a hand. “Better question is, what are you and your sister doing here putting yourself in such dangerous situations?”
“My sister,” said Blizzard in realization. She immediately ran around Radicles over to Rebecca, who was still kneeling
