The Witch-Kid Stars in the Electronic Iceberg Heist

Ever since we grew up in the rat-slums of the New York City Keys, Rudy had been dragging Jackie, Brian, and me into his dumb ideas.

Now, granted, in the year 2163, everyone engages in a little business of dubious morality. It's not like there's a real government left on the American coastline (although, trust me, you don't want to head inward). And the scheme this time did seem like a sure pay-off - for God's sake, I mean, it involved stealing century-old snack cakes, not heisting the Crown Jewels.

But we didn't count on the little kid in the container. The one who could move things around with her mind.

The one who seemed to have the whole world on her trail.

Anyways, just to make it clear, we did NOT kidnap a ten-year-old. That kid was running scared, though, and just because society collapsed doesn't mean there aren't people who won't throw themselves between the monster and the child.