章 779: The Net Slowly Closes In

(Nyrean Super Galaxy- Rtern Region)

(Unnamed Trading Post)

"Come back here! You didn't pay us!" an angry howl echoed through the pleasure district as four figures ran through the narrow streets of the city.

"Gizmo I thought you were the one bringing the cash," Zix grumbled with irritation clear in his voice.

The small green alien was too focused on piloting the exoskeleton around his body to reply to his friend's words.

"Why did you both book an appointment with the local mistresses if neither one of you had any cash!" Rokan yelled in shock as he adjusted his speed so that he did not outpace his companions.

Voxen's characteristically calm expression was broken as a plasma round barely missed his squarish head.

"Less talking more running!" Gizmo piped up as he swung the metal arm of his exoskeleton in the direction of a side passageway,

"There! There!"