-2015, September 24th-
(Alaska POV)
Run, fire, run harder. The cycle never ends.
“GET HER!”
“IF SHE GETS AWAY THE BOSS WILL HAVE OUR HEADS.”
Idiots…just sheep to another slaughter
They never had learned to not chase. Then again, they didn’t have a choice. The hunters would just decapitate them and incinerate their bodies. All apart of the bigger picture.
Flip, tilt, bang
“I’M HI-” Into the eye, a painful but quick solution to both our problems. Leading them to where I wanted them was too easy…it was sad for most. But it was a routine day for me.
I never really bought into this “bigger picture” stuff that the commanders always spouted. They were all the same, always trying to convince you that they were in the right and only the right. I hated it. Matter of fact, I hated all of them. Full of bullshit and propaganda.
<<Alaska, get back here now! We were not cleared hot!>>
There he was….Rear Admiral lower half Carson Pendalton. One of the worst to deal with. Honestly, he should just be demoted to janitor. Pushy, cruel, deceptive, abusive sometimes. It was a pain to work with him. Felt even worse to have him on my ship.
“Don’t care Pendalcock. You can go and write me up for the 25th time this week. I do not care.”
<<...>>
“What? Cat got your half tongue?”
<<You’ll be punished for this>>
“Yeah yeah, I know. Now make yourself useful and help me out of this.”
<<Fine. 10 ahead, take the next right and go up to the top level of the parking lot. A car will be waiting, use it to return to port>>
“Ohhhhh, so you do have a use button.”
<<I hate you. I hate you so much>>
“Then why don’t you get a transfer? I’m surrrrre the navy would gladly oblige.” He didn’t speak for a moment. I did as he said and took a right, which sent my pursuers into a wall as it was too hard of a turn.
<<Because my record isn’t good with people>>
“Oh? I’m a person now?”
<<You always have been>>
“Tell me,” I jumped onto a dumpster, then jumped onto a building. I glanced back to see none of them were following. “What were kansen created for?”
<<War>>
“And how do we treat machines of war?”
<<You’re not a machine>
“Bullshit. You said it yourself four days ago.”
<<...>>
“You hear how you sound?” He said nothing. I used my boot to flip off a vent up to a different building and then into the parking garage’s second floor.
<<I didn’t want to be a commander>>
“Oh really?” I started my ascent up to the top level, smiling. It felt good to break his shiny ass right on down.
<<I was forced to…by my parents>>
“Shouldn’t point fingers at people.”
<<I’m serious>>
“What proof do you have?”
<<My sister>>
“You have a sister?”
<<Yes…>>
“How old is she?”
<<21 this December>>
“Oh my, she’s quite young.”
<<Yeah….I guess so>>
“She got a boy yet?”
<<No…she is banned from having a lover>>
“Well that’s shitty.”
<<Yeah…car right side>>
“You’re not that bad, are you?” I walked over to the car, brand new Mustang GT. Lucky me, doors were unlocked. I opened it up, got in, started it, then peeled off of the top level as the calvary came running up.
<<What do you mean?>>
“You’re better than the rest.” I barely dodged the armored truck that tried to ram me. It slid and then hit the barrier, breaking it and falling over the side.
<<Yet you treat me like them>>
“I don’t like being commanded and bossed around. Now I’ll change if you direct me out of this city.”
<<Rog. Take a right, go straight for 5 crossings, take a left, continue to the dock>>
“Understood.” I punched it and felt the muscle in the car roar to life. Sirens went off behind me as the hunters themselves showed up in police cars. If they really thought I was going to pulls over, they were wrong.
One got greedy and tried coming in at the inside angle. I looked over, seeing him motion for me to pull over. Instead I rammed into him, forcing his car into a light pole at 80 mph. Needless to say, that car was toast. His buddy tried to ram me from the opposite side, so I locked him into a duel and forced him towards the other side. He ended up clipping the sidewalk and smashing into a different car’s rear.
Bad spot to be parked today
The last two tried to spin me out as we approached the left turn.
What the….oh shit, not good
I slammed on the brakes, hearing them squeal and scream as the car drastically slowed down. The first cruiser zoomed past and smacked into a storefront while the second also slowed. I shifted and went forward, jumping the curb and narrowly avoiding the rear of the crashed cruiser as I turned back for the road. His buddy however was smart. He waited for me to get back on the road before he made his move.
He came up beside me, not pushing or twisting. He instead rolled down his window and pointed a damned pistol at me.
Oh no you don’t
I leaned back, a moment later he fired. 7 shots pierced the window and went out the other, spraying me with the fragmented glass. Some of it flew fast enough that it embedded into my skin. I kept driving while staying sunken down as he unloaded the next 10 shots into the side of the car. Two hit my leg and one hit my gut. Felt like a bitch.
“Son of a bitch cunt whore ass stupid Nigerian Princess SLUT!”
I sat back up with some of the force I had. That’s when he rammed into me. The entire car shook and groaned when he did, inadvertently sending us both on a crash course for a store. I looked over and drew my pistol, waiting for the last second before firing. His skull exploded like when a .50 meets a watermelon. Red splattered what remained of the window and windshield. Moments later, I crashed.
TO BE CONTINUED
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