How the prump stole pizza! (Agent savage book1#)

chapter one - THE NUMERIC BULLET -1 - 1

Agent whisker yanked his trousers up as  he scrambled towards  the black van packed outside, when he was inside by the  the front seat  near the driver, the van screeched around in a tight curve and darted forward. It chuntered slightly as it dodged loads of bullets fired by an electric blunderbuss, model E-V58 to be precise. Four big and tech lavished motorcycles were after it. It barked forward at full speed like a mad dog. From the computer controlled guns attached  to the  sides of the van, it fired dozens of bullets at the four motorcycles chasing it,they swerved sideways briskly to dodge the bullets and one of the drivers  threw one of the cyclers  threw a mini bomb at the van.
 
       " A damn  bomb is incoming snow!", agent whisker said to the driver of the van sitted by him.

       The driver who was agent snow, hit the brakes and slammed the stick backwards, jerking the van forward with great force and making the mini bomb to meet the ground and explode, thrashing the street as some cans of cabbage flew in the air and decorated the floor.

      " Fire bullets at them for Pete's sake!" yelled agent snow to agent whisker.
      Agent whisker lowered the window by his side and put his hands out of  the  it, firing bullets with his AK-silver 578 at the motorcycles chasing them. A bullet whizzed right into the front tyre of one of the motorcyclers and that sent it crashing behind a wall.
    "One man down, I repeat, one man down!", radioed one of the motorcyclers.
   "Nice job whisker! ",agent snow said
out loud.
      The three remaining motorcyclers  sped on, their machines had big tyres and a body  that made their riders almost lying down while riding. The riders wore 'Tech - lavished ' kind of robot suit that were lighted up with Colours, one blue, one green, and the other white. They wore bike men helmets - all black in colour and there was a  pointed opening above the front tyres that sent out bullets.
      The moon was Indeed too scorching as it's light shone brighter than all the street bulbs and city lights in the streets. The post office fly over was up ahead, agent snow swerved the van to the right with great verve as it dodged an incoming bullet twenty times the size of the original one, and that sent agent whisker's head slamming hard to the window of as the screen shattered to pieces and fell to the ground. Whisker held his head and screamed in pain.
     "Ouch!....arghh!" he shouted.
    " Sorry - and - and - put your Fuckin' 
Seatbelt for ya' head's sake!", agent snow said. Agent whisker put his sit belt and held his head, he was  still in  pain.
     Agent snow was now heading towards the flyover in full speed , one of the motorcyclers, not wanting that to happen, increased the speed of his motorcycle censoriously in an insane and outrageous manner, making the machine to somersault and him to be thrown into the air with great force, sending him on top of the van. He rolled hardly on the van and almost fell of but ( with the help of his grip gloves) held on to the vehicle  and regained balance
   "The sonofabitch is on the van!", yelled agent whisker.
    "Arrgh!..... goddamnit!", agent whisker yelled ina frustrated manner. He hit the brakes like a maniac and then released hi legs, causing a sudden stop to jerk the moron on the van and then continuing to dash forward. But to his greatest surprise the moron wasn't affected by the effect, he was now slamming his fists hardly on the van.
     "I think the moron's got a pairbof grip gloves," agent snow said to agent whisker.
   Agent whisker let out a grin."o
Open the roof , I've got some 'leaves' up my 'sleeves' too"
       Agent snow laughed"Wha' the heck is that!"
       "Just open the damn car!"
    Agent snow did as he was told, he pressed a black button by the side of the wheels , while he was doing
that,  agent whisker brought out a pair of black gloves from his pockets, he put them on and forced his way through the small opening on the roof, when he was up, agent snow did the same act that opened the roof and it was closed.
  The razzmatazz or rather, hullabaloo
Continued, agent whisker was welcomed with a kick to his left on his cheek, he croppered down and almost fell off the van but held on the edges . The man with him darted forward with an aim to slam his head with his foot and send him rolling down the road to be destroyed by his pals. But that  didn't happen, whisker managed to toss himself up and in time before the maniac running to his direction would get at him. He was still on the floor when his opponent sent a kick to his head, he ducked downwards and rolled forward in a rush. Getting up,  he laced his skinny fingers together (still in the gloves), making the gloves to shine blue and sent the man a shuddering chopping blow to the back of his neck. His opponent screamed in pain and dived straight down the van, rolling on the ground and crashing in front of a closed shop.

The city of Ilorin had never experienced such kind of incident in years - action, punches, kicks, yells and screams. But now they were doing so, and it was in a frenzy.

   "You got him ?",agent snow asked agent whisker through the earpods they wore.
    "Of course I got the sonofabitch!",
agent whisker replied." I hit him right on the neck!".

             "Now get back in!"

The roof of the van was opened and agent whisker hopped right in, landing perfectly well in his seats. The roof was closed instantly and then.....there was a burr that cut right through the boots of the van and to the back seat.
    "What the heck was that!", snow asked.
   
      Agent whisker looked backwards at the back seat and caught a glimpse of a grenade. His heart skipped a beat and then another beat and then....., his heart skipped many beats.

     "What was that?",snow asked.
     "A damn grenade!", came the reply.

   Snow was terribly terrified. "A gre - gre - gre - a ...., grenade!"he stuttered.
The two men in dark brown suit simply opened the doors of the van and dived outside, they were tossed greatly by the wind as they rotated like the hands of a windmill on the floor.
          And..........Boom!
        The van exploded.
   "You gotta be kiddin' ", said whisker.
"Damnit, my Bible was in there, ah!, good lord!, now I've gotta get a new one", said snow.
      Whisker was bemused" so you read the Bible?".
     Snow was slightly infuriated"Hell ya!"
        Whisker nodded."Quite religious".
  
     The motorcyclers were now on their way to attack them. Agent snow and agent whisker goggled at the machines coming their way preposterously. They were speechless. The fact that they didn't have where to run to was an understatement -they were cornered!. From the left to the right and then..... straight ahead. The agents felt kind of befuddled, they stared on with complete shock and bewilderment.
       But then, they suddenly grinned, this equally bewildered and befuddled the motorcyclers. Agent snow and agent whisker squinted their eyes as the moon's light shone bright, coupled with the street lights and the bright lights of bulbs on the ceiling of the porches of shops - one on which they layed. The agents watched their villains shadows sweep the road rogueishfully. They smiled and then instantly rekindled their grin.

     "Let's teleport out of here", whisker muttered to snow who nodded in the affirmative.

   They both pulled up their sleeves and as they were about to hit the small blue button on it, one of the motorcyclers fired a bullet from his motorcycle. It whizzed forward and then they pressed the button, in slow motion a big magical portal appeared at their backs, flaming red in colour and then..... the big and heavy bullet kept darting forward, the portal was closing briskly and so was the bullet moving forward - briskly too.
      The portal kept closing, the bullet kept moving.... slowly......yet......fast!......it went on, in those last seconds.......it went on...... until........zilch.