Pursuit
Mike decided to disobey orders a little. He slightly eased on the accelerator.
“Whoa!” he mouthed.
His Pre-Runner came to a silently screeching halt. His resting spot; above Check’s car. The assassin’s transportation was a black Honda Accord with darkened windows and a Pennsylvania license plate. Check didn’t realize a thing wile he dove into the car and commanded the driver.
“Get out of here soon, but stay for a minute. I want to see what happens.”
Meanwhile, Mike was wondering why the cargo hatch wasn’t opening. He knew he stuffed a couple of B-2 Biotic grenades in there. B-2 grenades are small blue spheres that explode into an anti-biotic short-lived cloud. Anti-biotic explosions do no land damage whatsoever.
However, they do kill all life with no visible trace. While he was climbing out of the cockpit towards the underbelly of the ship he ran over, in his mind, what he was trying to accomplish. He was going to open the hatch, watch the grenades fall, right on top of the Honda Accord. He wanted revenge! Revenge for Dirk, his combat and driving trainer, for Bret, his lifelong friend, for the time possibly wasted on this mission, for the other passengers, and for his personal satisfaction. He wanted to wipe that smug look off of Check’s face. Revenge!
Check was telling the driver how easy this job was, unaware of the danger brewing above him.
“That was so easy!”
“And for $30,000!” said the stranger.
“Uh-oh, the cops are here, let’s go.”
If he had paid more careful attention to the hubbub around him he might have heard the glop of melted metal hitting the roof. Mike was using his EPK to cut through the hatch of the Pre-Runner. An EPK is an electric plasma knife. It is composed of a heat and flame resistant grip, along with a blade full of plasma. At the flick of a switch electricity will course through the metal and heat up the plasma. Once fully heated the knife reaches a temperature of about 1320 degrees C. Hot enough to melt metal.
The car roared. Mike stumbled. Only seconds to go.
“Come on!” Mike whispered.
“Let’s roll.” Check commanded.
The single metal hinge that was left started to fall away just as the car inched forward.
Vrrr… was as far as the car got. In the last second the hatch fell, the grenades flew out of their casing, bumped the wall, and activated. With that, quick as lightning, Mike swung into the cockpit and shut the hatch. The grenades tumbled, and tumbled. With nano-seconds to spare the grenades cracked against the car. The B-2s created a bio-hazardous chemical reaction that scattered the atoms of any living thing within a five-foot radius. Check and the stranger were no more.
Mike jumped down, bringing a PSSR with him. He was prepared to finish the job. A PSSR is a plasma single shot rifle. It fires bullets filled with plasma. The metal casing, on impact, shatters into tiny fragments, releasing the plasma. PSSRs are pump action and highly lethal. Just before Mike peeked into the Honda a loud crack sounded and something whipped by his ear. Mike turned around and saw a magnet buried six-inches into a concrete wall…
“An EMG,” He thought.
“But those are not existent, they are still in labs,” he replied to himself.
“It doesn’t matter,” he thought to himself, “I’m in a combat situation.”
An EMG is a highly experimental gun. The barrel consists of purely electronic magnets, which transfer from negative energy to positive energy with the pull of a trigger. The magnetic bullet is positive energy, so when the energy is transferred it speeds out the barrel with deadly accuracy, fast enough to cut four men in half with a single shot.
Another magnet went straight through the car. Mike poked up and squeezed two shots off at the assassin before a third magnet whizzed over his head. He immediately ducked down.
He knew where his opponent was, and that was a start. The assassin was behind of aluminum girders, in a construction site. Located near the girders were cables, bricks, a crane, and powdered cement. A plan began to form in his mind.
“That’s it,” he cried.
His shout attracted the attention of a few nearby civilians. To the untrained eye, all that was happening was that there was a person, with a toy looking gun, crouching, behind a car.
Mike watched in horror as a jewelry fanatic strayed too close. The first thing to go was her right arm, torn from its socket in a bloody mess. Then, the ankles went, and, gruesomely, the neck. Usually, the high speed magnets don't have attraction properties after the barrel. Usually, pigs don't fly. Unluckly for Mike, the assasin's EMG was fitted with a micro-computer. He had set the magnetic properties of the gun to be attracted to any living organism.
Luckly, Mike was iron free. Mike knew had miliseconds to squeeze off a shot before he was hit. The cops were coming. He had to leave. He used the disturbing distraction of an unlucky teenager to fire a single precise shot. Everything moved in slow motion, as the plasma arched towards the steel cable, Mike jumped into seemingly thin air. The cops fired after him but saw their bullets ricochet and hit a child that was six years old. Later, they would be fired and get life for murder. No one believed them when they said a guy with a gun vanished into thin air.
It wasn't until the child hit the ground that the plasma reached the cable. Tahn, the assasin, realized his doom too late. As the steel beams tumbled onto him he released two metal spheres. The stealth field generators would keep him shielded long enough to regain conciousness. While Tahn collapsed, Mike was speeding away torwards his eventual demise.
*Authors Note: Wattpad's format is a real pain.
