The TALONS Files: the chronicles of telepathic agent Ryan Dart

Damon's Handy Work Gets Quite a Test

The crew apologized and the TALONS agents marched off the ferry with weapons in hand, unsettling the small crowd already gathered to take the next trip.

They strode the pier briskly, heading towards the Four Runner. Ryan was ready to put the Island, Mackinaw city and all of the criminals that had infested the place behind him. He examined the gun in his hand, it was a Glock nine millimeter. "I surely don't need this, and Louie Reghetti is not going to find it either." He then flung it toward the water. The plopping sound, as it hit the waves, was a soothing note. Ryan knew it wouldn't try to kill him, or anyone else, ever again.

Mai followed suit, "You want to get a bite to eat at 'Big Boy'?" She smiled, as the weapon splashed in the lake, "There's one just across the bridge."

Ryan shook his head, "Uh-uh. I want to get away from this place as far as I can, as fast as I can."

"Really? You're passing up a chance to eat?" Mai teased.

Unfortunately, the two agents, who had just reached the hotel parking lot, had not left fast enough. Scam Likely's voice rode the winds like a gravelly trumpet, prompting his legions to attack. "You incompetents," His eruption was directed towards a small, white building near the end of the pier. Generally, the building sheltered passengers before the ferry made landing. "How could you just let them pass you? What the hell do I pay you for?"

Immediately, Ryan could see a pack of men running from the white shelter.

Ryan just sighed and shook his head.

Mai grabbed his hand. "Run Ryan, Damon's not done saving the day."

Ryan nodded, "Right" He sprinted towards the Four Runner which was a mere 100 yards. For all the evading he had done today, the simple sprint seemed like a piece of cake. "We''ll see if I can remember to push the right buttons on this beast!"

"You memorized Damon's pictures, right?!"

Ryan remote started the Four Runner and unlocked the doors. In an instant, the two agents were climbing into the SUV, as Volbeat's 'Warrior's Call' pounded through the speakers.

Ryan checked the rear view mirror. Two bigger men in leather jackets and bandannas, whose chests were heaving, jumped on their Harley's. He also saw three athletic men, dressed in khaki's and expensive looking windbreakers, hopping in three separate Mercedes.

Ryan studied the dash and pictured the marked up photo's Damon had sent.

"Right? Mai asked, almost in a plea.

"What?" Ryan said stunned, as he had been concentrating on the photos. 'Was it the blinker button or the windshield button that activated the oil slick?'

Mai read that thought, "Never mind, we're toast."

Ryan threw the SUV into reverse and then popped the vehicle into drive. The tires screeched against the pavement.

Immediately, the two bikers swerved in behind him, menacing smiles interrupted long scraggly beards. Their wrap around sunglasses appeared as eyes of an angry viper.

"Man, these two are right on my tail." Ryan said, as he could hear the thunderous roar of the motorcycle's exhaust. He pulled up the Evading GPS and followed its cue. The SUV bolted through a wide double laned road, with parking on either side of each one way partition. Tourist shops lined the area.

Behind the bikers, the three Mercedes gained speed. The traffic was fairly light as Ryan pressed the button for the oil slick, at least he thought it was that button.