"FWLS52" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Yeah, Jill," I nodded, when he finally pronounced it
correctly. "Umm, mister, if you don't mind, I've really gotta
get home."

He nodded. He placed his hands under his head like a little
pillow and made snoring noises. Then he shrugged, pointing in
various random directions, giving me a quizzical look.

"Yeah, I'm a bit sleepy."

He shook his head, and tried to clarify. Hrm. WHY was I
playing charades in the middle of the night? I didn't have time
for this weirdo.

"Sorry, mister, gotta go," I said, pushing my blaringly
squeaky bike along. "Bye!"

That's when the gang member stepped out from the shadows,
planting a meaty paw on my handlebars.

He clearly was a gang member... the green bandanna was a
trademark, I think, from what I had seen on the news. Three more
green-clad punks joined him.

"Hey there, Missy," he grinned. "We been followin' you all
night. That's one loud bike you got there. Kinda singles you
out, you know?"

"Err, thanks. If you'll excuse me--"

"Naah, I don't think so," the lead punk said, keeping the
bike from moving. "This is Agony Knight territory. Gotta pay a
toll, you know? Don't you shiny-happy Day People know better
than to trespass when we get the place?"

"Well, I was like busy making flower arrangements, and--"

"She's Day, alright," one of the gangsters laughed. "Got
that stupidly cheery attitude. Let's change it, whaddya say?
Nothing better to do tonight." He clicked open a switchblade.

That's when the scruffy guy walked up to my bike, waving and
smiling to the gang members who hadn't noticed him previously.
"AKs! '|_##_|' AKs! (:! ?RU?"

"Hey, who's that?" the thug with the knife asked.

"Hey, guys, it's :)!" the leader said. "Man! :)! What you
doin' out here? Don't you gotta gig tonight?"