Kasey slid himself out of the flyer, closing his door, and waiting for her to get out before locking it up. "We should still be in time for the special items," he said, practically dancing in place while he waited for her. "There's one slave in particular that has been causing a lot of chatter on the inventors' net for the last week, and I'm certain that I can nail it down."<br/><br/>He paused, thinking about how much to explain about the regenerating matrix creation, but reminded himself that she wouldn't understand it, and wouldn't care in any case.<br/><br/>A deep, growling voice sounded from the direction of the auction. "<em>Eleven thousand, going once... do I hear Eleven-Five? Going twice...</em>"<br/><br/>"Oh, damn," Kasey shouted. "They're already on to some of the special items... I hope that's not the one I'm looking for! Come on, hurry..." he grabbed Marion's arm, and started running in, forgetting to make sure that she could meet his speed.