"Sun. I haven't seen you in months."
An old Mackinaw Pickup, temporarily repainted with black and red stripes, sped along the road.
Facing the rising sun, the Nomad's skin began to burn.
"Nawei, son, I'm leaving the clan in your hands. Don't make the same mistake that old bastard Hector did and choose the wrong path."
Thinking those words, the Nomad's head drooped lower and lower. At last, the car plowed straight into the guardrail on the roadside, then burst into flames according to the program he'd set.
When the corporate agents caught up, all they found was ash.
The morning sun rose, and the Badlands began to swelter.
The Nomad had believed Biotechnica's promises of a fairy-tale future for them-"chasing the sun to the end of the world." In the end, he couldn't even stand the light.
"But they lived the most magnificent day of their lives today. May their spirits be elevated in the flames."
The Badlands.
Nawei muttered to himself.
After a whole night of madness, the time left was for saying goodbye.
The pursuit had effectively ended when Lier and the others crossed the bridge out of Heywood and reached Santo Domingo.
Technically, Lier was home as soon as he entered Santo Domingo. He could control the traffic network here at the drop of a hat.
From the enemy's perspective, this had been an extremely sudden incident, and they hadn't had enough personnel on duty to search the whole city.
The riots that followed were massive, and the corporations' ability to pursue them would be further hampered by a lack of intelligence and their conflicting agendas.
The intelligence agents soon learned that Arasaka was suspected of being behind it. This would further diminish their desire to pursue the fugitives and push them into a period of