Drek! Thumbs slowed his advance, but still kept going. The idiot was heading straight out of Slammers’ turf and directly into Latin Kings territory. Sworn blood enemies of Thumbs’ gang, and rabid policlubbers. Racists with guns, not exactly the sort of folk he really wanted to be dealing with at the present moment. He already had Lone Star and some corp security goons after the little guy.