David woke in a daze-today had been far too intense.
Their car had flipped. Not only had it flipped, it had caught fire.
The fighting had been far too fierce. David and Gloria had watched the entire battle between James and Lier's trio, trembling just like all the other ordinary people.
So when the Valentinos floored it to chase the Sixth Street gang, they hadn't managed to get away.
In a sense, a gunfight on this scale was even more dangerous than dealing with Cyberpsychosis. A rocket had easily blasted their car into the air.
Through his haze, he saw his mother lying some distance away, her fate unknown.
"Mom! Mom! Wake up! Damn it... why can't I get up..."
Archido, who had just dragged James's body into the car, heard someone shouting. He walked over and found a kid trapped in a car.
"That your mom?"
"Yes-please save her!"
"Can't." Archido shook his head. "I'm handling something for the boss right now."
David froze, then shouted angrily, "Are you kidding me?! You're just going to let her die?!"
"You've got to learn to save yourself, kid."
David heard the car door pinning him in place being torn away. Without it holding him up, he fell out with a thud.
The man who had saved him was a Valentino-he spotted the engravings on the man's mechanical prosthetics at a glance.
"Cough, cough..."
Archido patted David's face and told him, "Listen, kid, I've got things to do-I'm not your dad. You've got to save your mom yourself.
"Your family doesn't look like Trauma Team clients. The city's body collectors will probably come-but don't trust them.
"You've got to carry your mom to the hospital yourself, understand? You've got to watch her around the clock. Watch her. Keep your own eyes on