2014 03 11

Tue Mar 11 2074 Tybalt hires the rigger Gemorrah for the excursion. A hundred feet up in the air it settles straight for a NW beeline towards Medicine Bow forest and Sioux Nation territory, behind them the skyrakers of Denver fade over the horizon. Cheyenne looms large in the men's mind. "If you're not back in time, I leave without you and your quarry." Hours later, Tybalt heads for an apartment block not far from Cheyenne's drab downtown. His ruthenium suit prevents discovery- so far.