"THE MOLE & THE MYSTIC"
Moments after the Zigursky incident beneath Brickstown...
Max knew they were in the clear, he could sense no unusual seismic activity so there was no immediate threat, but he couldn't linger. Well, Max could linger underground for days...but not Archie. By the time Max got to Archie's holding cell he found the old man had run afoul the automated defenses. Fortunately Max's inhibitor collar had become disabled, so without further adieu...he leapt upon the automated drone with toothy sneer and guttural snarl, ripping it asunder as if it were made of paper mache. Unfortunately Archie had already been shot...several times, and was only marginally conscious. Getting Archie to the infirmary was out of the question, the Zig had degraded into an all-out
free-for-all!
"
When in doubt, dig your way out..." Max recanted one of his favorite mantras - so he did.
With Archie in tow, Max dug underneath the Zig...underneath the moat, and past the parameter security fencing until he was certain they were not being followed. That was the easy part, trying to tend the old man's injuries was a different matter. Prison clothing made for poor bandages, and the old man was getting delirious, blathering nonsensically in a language Max wasn't familiar with...air was thin underground so oxygen deprivation was taking it's toll.
"
Don't ya worry none, Archie, gonna be topside soon." Max would say over his shoulder as he tore through the bedrock, "
Plenty of fresh air, get ya patched up right...you'll see, gonna be just fine."
Might as well have been talking to himself, in a sense he was - sedating his own mounting anxiety as the old man had passed out on the makeshift gurney he drug behind him. Earlier than desired, Max dug his way upwards...closer to the Zig than he wished, but he wasn't going to let the old man die on him. Not after all the
"fun times" they had in the Zig where Max spent a portion of his time kicking the crap out of any newcomer that thought the old man was an easy mark.
Before he breached the surface, just below a secluded alleyway, he could hear Archie call out weakly. "
These bracers...need removed..." the old man gasped feebily.
"
Those gaudy things? Ah hell, Archie...thought those were yours!" exclaimed Max as he examined the iron wrought bracers.
No clasp, no lock, they seemed to be welded on...and they didn't look like they were going to come off easy. "
Can't this wait 'til we're topside?" Max grumbled.
The old man coughed a weak laugh and muttered, "
These bracers...are to me...as that collar...was to you."
That made Max's skin crawl...for years he wondered what it would've been like if his mutation hadn't manifested, but after spending time in the Zig with that damn inhibitor collar on, fending for himself (and Archie) with naught but his wits and his streetwise brawling prowess...to be honest, he was never more thankful to be clawed and hairy.
"
Just saying, it'll hurt..." Max glowered as he sought the best way to work a claw underneath. No doubt about it...the old man was gonna lose some skin in the process, at least.
The old man only chuckled weakly in response, just like the time when they first met after Max beat the snot out of some newly interred Freakshow gangbanger who beat Archie senseless just because the freak thought Archie looked funny...and wanted Archie to look funnier.
"
Yeah, this'll probably tickle after what you've been through...okay, here goes." Max intoned.
Holding the old man's wrist secure with one hand, Max worked a claw underneath one of the bracers and pulled outward...he expected to hear a snap - he only heard the old man grunt and groan instead.
"
The hell?..." Max thought as he pulled again with a little more force...the iron bracer screeched metallically, Archie's cry was a little more guttural.
"
What're these things made of?!..." Max inquired worriedly having dug through solid rock. A little trinket like this bracer should
not be giving him
this much difficulty.
"
Okay, Archie, deep breath...just one...more...PULL!" exclaimed Max as his muscles bulged, pitting his entire frame against the wretched bracer...the old man cried out and spasmed, only to collapse silent and still the instant Max's claw tore through.
"
Archie? ARCHIE?!" Max exclaimed. The old man was still breathing...though ragged, probably in shock.
The other bracer came off
far more swiftly, but before Max could chuck the broken bracers down the tunnel from which they came...a steady, firm hand rested upon his shoulder.
"
Hold, my little changeling friend..." stated old man in a strong, steely tone as he sat upright, "
...I still have need of those."
Moments later, after breaching surface, Maxwell Tillerman watches in shock as the Arch-Druid freezes a police officer solid...
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