Despite his stubby legs, Harvey could run at a decent clip when he needed to. Charred Toadhouses passed Harvey by as he sprinted down the road, their stunned little occupants watching him with mild interest.

As Harvey neared the waterfront, a distinctly un-Toadlike figure quite surprised him. The costume, the helmet, the stance-- this guy was one of the Salvation Rangers! As far as Harvey cared, the Rangers were just a bunch of guys in silly costumes, pretending to be superheroes and supervillains to live out the rest of the last generation in their own fantasies. Of course, the last time Harvey saw the Rangers, they'd been massacred by one of their own, now a Joy Mutant. Details like that, Harvey realized, didn't matter in the current situation. 

[color=turquoise]"Hey! You, with the helmet!"[/color] Harvey called out to Haruki as he ran straight for his fishing spot. [color=turquoise]"There's a bunch of freaks chasing after me, saying they want me to steal a ship or something! I need your help either driving them off or getting the hell away from them!"[/color]

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