Tales from the Former Universe

20. Heavy Rain

Xala was pushed hard into the police shuttle along with other prisoners.

"Control, the prisoners, we have on hold. To the capitol from Carcano, we are on the way, over," a tactical officer informed the comms.

"Noted, proceed the flight with caution," the comms responded.

The shuttle took off from Carcano State Prison flying towards the capital with a convoy in the heavy rain. The two pilots sent the shuttle on autopilot and had a great conversation.

"So, to the district capital, you never went at all your 15 years of this sort of work?" pilot #1 said.

"Everything, I already have in Carcano, right here at heart feller," pilot #2 said.

"So you really love your job? Pure dedication, 15 years must be," pilot #1 thought.

"As long higher-ups, you can tolerate yelling at their throats at you, then yes. Dedication it is nonetheless, miraculous even," pilot #2 said. "You planning to survive 15 years?

"Who knows," pilot #1 said. "But then again, it would keep me further away from my family."

"It's why marriage, I never considered in the first place," pilot #2 spoke.

"Yeah, thanks a lot pal," pilot #1 amused.

"I stay at the district capital, I might as well do something there. Recommendations, have any?" pilot #2 wondered

"Head to the fields side of the town. Plenty of cuisines, there will be, though the baggers living there, tolerate, I can never," pilot #1 said.

"You could tag along with me," pilot #2 added.

"None needed, I am more busy finding a room, saving my energy so that I can get to work," pilot #1 said. "I am also thinking about writing a letter to my son. Souvenirs would be nice."

"And a great deal of souvenirs, you certain those baggers have?" pilot #2 asked

"Hey, you travel anywhere, you are bound to souvenirs," pilot #1 said.

"Surely," pilot #2 said. "Because there ain't a man w—"

ORAMA PULLED BOTH DOWN THEIR CHAIRS AND SHOT THEIR HEADS WITH A TRANQUILIZER.

Orama kicked the prison cargo entrance down and shot a tactical officer. THE LAST TACTICAL OFFICER HAILED SPREE HIS ASSAULT BLASTER—when it ran off ammo in panic, Orama shot the neck, for the officer to die slowly.

"WE'RE GONNA BE FREE BOYS!!" one of the prisoners chanted.

"YEAH!!!!"

"Silence!" Orama held his other pistol in his left hand, provoking them all.

He nevertheless found that person. "Oh, I know you," Orama noticed.

"Orama, come on, Brogan's fault, it was, he..." said a former rebel.

ORAMA SHOT THAT PERSON WITHOUT HESITATION.

Orama approached the young Xala, who was thankful for Orama's rescue.

"Orama, thank you, I..." Xala relieved.

Orama checked his chest and had a tracker.

"Listen, I know how to disable this..." Xala explained.

"How much did you give?" Orama asked.

"I never said anything, not yet, honest!" Xala stated. "Listen, I know a base where we c—"

ORAMA SHOT XALA WITHOUT HESITATION.

"YOU BASTARD WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" a prisoner shamed.

"SILENCE OR YOU ARE NEXT!" Orama shouted.