"Good," he said, "then you know why I'm here. Now that the vermin have been evicted, I can close my deal with the idiots who own this lot, and finally build something profitable on it."
"I see," Marty said, "and, uh, I suppose you needed to come down and see for yourself that it's empty because you can't figure out how to operate a web browser?"
Jones sneered and turned to leave. "Get a job, both of you."
"We own our own tech company, you moron," Jason called after him.
He stopped, turned, and said, "Uh-huh. Well, if you keep hanging around underage boys like that, you may find that business of yours in the dumper." Then he left.
"Well," Kendrik said impatiently, "you heard him. He only gets to buy this lot if it stays vacant. We've got work to do!"
Jason reached out and rattled the fence. "I'd love to, but there's a little problem to deal with. Either we're going to have cut ourselves an entrance, or everyone we get down here will have to scale this with their gear. And I don't happen to own a set of bolt cutters."
"I do." The voice belonged to a fortyish woman in pink mechanic's coveralls who was standing by the fence a few yards behind Kendrik. She was examining the padlock on the chain joining two sections together. Once she had their attention, she added, "but before I go get them, I need some information."
Kendrik walked towards her. "Okay, lady," he said jauntily, "shoot."
The two men exchanged surprised glances and followed.
"I heard about what happened here this morning," she said. "Is it true that it was Natalie Knox, the librarian, who threw down the gauntlet with the People's Mike when the storm troopers arrived?"
Marty nudged his young friend. "You're on, kid."
"That's right," he said proudly. "And we're gonna make the mayor regret he ever sent his goons down here to arrest her. Why? Do you know her?"
She smiled broadly. "Yeah. I do, young man. My name's Althea, by the way. Althea Gordon."
"Hi. I'm Kendrik Knox, but my friends call me K2."
"I'm honored. But shouldn't it be K3?"