by Chris Ryan
'You know what?' said Josh. 'Maybe you're right. Perhaps it does look better with the lights out.'
Both of them laughed loudly.
'We make a pretty good team,' said Luke.
'What the hell makes you say that?' asked Josh.
Luke tapped his PDA. 'The wars of the future will be fought as much by boys like me equipped with gadgets like this as they will by men like you with your guns and knives.'
Josh stared down at the water. The lights were beaming out across the city, the sirens had stopped, and the traffic was returning to normal.
'Maybe you're right,' said Josh. 'A couple of kids like you could probably take out a battalion of men like me. No problem.'
The crowds were starting to pack the bridge as Luke stepped back. As Josh turned around, people were starting to press into the space between them, blocking Luke from view.
'You need me, man, you just get in touch.'
'How?' snapped Josh.
'Same record, man, that will show you the way,' said Luke, laughing. 'London Calling. But this time it's a bonus question.'
Josh looked into the crowd. 'Luke.,' he shouted. 'What the hell does that mean?'
But the crowd had already closed in. And Luke had slipped away.
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