He shrugged. "Nanos. Maybe flash-bombs?"
"Definitely flash-bombs," Tally said with a shiver. "Shay and I had a bad experience with nanos once."
"Bombs away, then, Tally-wa," Fausto said. He swung a pack from his shoulder and began to rummage through it.
"Pardon me, Tally -wa?" Aya said, hoping she had the correct title. "My friends have also seen the strange people."
"You've seen them?" Tally turned to the others. "All three of you?"
Hiro, Ren, and Frizz all bowed apologetically, and Tally let out a groan.
"We might be less obvious if there's four of them, Tally-wa," Shay said. "And they'll be safer with us than if they stay here and get kidnapped."
"But we've only got three boards!" Tally said. "That's no good for seven riders."
"This hole in the wall can make big things," Hiro said, his English coming out a little shaky.
"Boards with lifting fans?" Fausto asked. "That work outside the city, off the grid?"
Hiro frowned. "Maybe not."
"Great," Tally said. "We'll have to call David into town, which screws up the whole plan. And you know how much he hates cities."
"Pardon me, Tally-sama," Ren spoke up in halting English. "Hiro has skill with a hoverball rig. If he stays close we can tow him."
Tally hesitated for a moment, glanced at Shay, then nodded. "Okay. That should work."
Hiro began to unstrap Frizz from the hoverball rig and put it on himself, complaining about the cracked shin guards. Ren told the hole in the wall to fabricate some crash bracelets, and reminded everyone to turn their locators off. The Cutters began to slap smart plastic on their faces and hands, hiding the lace of flash tattoos and their cruel pretty features.
Aya wondered why they needed ugly disguises out in the wild.
"Excuse me, Tally-wa, but where are we going?"
The Cutters traded glances, and the question hung in the air for a moment.
"We don't know yet," Tally finally said. "But we'll find out soon."
Their hoverboards were waiting on the roof.
The three Cutters went ahead, their sneak-suited forms sliding across the darkened expanse like graceful ripples in the air. Aya barely saw the attack unfoldtheir arms spun almost invisibly, the throwing motions like a sudden breeze stirring dust and leaves across the roof.
It was all so silent and insubstantial until the explosions began.
A spray of bright white flashes filled the night sky, sending jittering shadows across the roof. A cascade of detonations pounded her ears.
"Come on!" Frizz said, grabbing her hand to pull her forward.
A dozen steps away, half-blinded by the flashes, she felt a riding surface under her feet. Someone tall and muscular pressed against her, one arm around her waist.
"Hold on!" Tally shouted, and the board rose hard and fast, the scream of lifting fans filling the air.
Tally's body was wiry and hard, like a gymnast full of steel cables. "Didn't we tell you to keep your eyes closed?"
"Sorry." Aya squeezed Tally's waist tightly, blinking away spots. It reminded her of all the times Moggle had blinded her Moggle! Her hovercam was out there somewhere, probably battered and confused by the flash-bombs.
"Excuse me, Tally-wa. But can Moggle come too?"
"Who?"
"My hovercam."
"Your wait. You own a hovercam?"
Aya blinked again, her vision slowly returning. "Almost everyone here does. How else would we put stuff on our feeds?"
"You mean you all have your own feed channels, too?" Tally laughed. "This city's insane!"
Aya looked over her shoulder. The cams, blinded by the barrage of flash-bombs, were milling around in confusion. The ultrafast Cutter boards had slipped past them in seconds.
"Please? Moggle doesn't like being left alone."
"No way," Tally shouted against the wind. "Have you not noticed we're trying to hide here?"
"Of course but this would be for later. For history."
"Forget it. History's not my favorite subject either. Especially when it's about me."
Aya looked up at Tally's disguised face, and for a dizzy-making moment she was reminded of Lai. But the comparison was brain-missing. Tally was the most famous person in the world, and Lai was a deliberate extraor at least she had been, before Aya had kicked her into unwanted fame.
"Tally-wa? Why are you all disguised as uglies?"
"In case one of those hovercams gets a shot. Can't let anyone know we're in town. Speaking of which " Tally gestured, and her sneak suit began to change, taking on the texture and pattern of a dorm uniform.
Aya nodded with comprehension, but this was still frustrating. Here she was, riding a hoverboard with Tally Youngblood, and no one could see it. She wasn't even wearing a spy-cam!
She realized how few real pictures of Tally she'd seen. Even in history books all the images were paintings or manga, as if Tally was some pre-Rusty from before the days of cams.
But extras wanted connections with their heroes. That was why Nana Love was always Nanachan
, never Nana-sensei, no matter how famous she became. Famous people owed the world images of themselves.
A few shots for history's sake wouldn't hurt anything.
As they zoomed through the new construction site, lifting fans screaming and Rusty iron shooting past, Aya booted her eyescreen. She opened up a tracking signal, whispering a short ping to Moggle in Japanese "Follow us as jar as you can."
Whatever happened next was going to be very kickable.