Rule n°4 : respect the rules.
Damn lousy rule n°4. Most likely imagined by an old fossilized major. Despite myself, I lower my sights, looking for his Achilles'heel. Bingo. He's wearing an Aera 4 Pro + suit which can stop Speed bullets but not Flash ones between hips and knees. Clenching my teeth to manage the pain in my paralyzed hands, I slip two fingers in my chest Pocket, grab my Flash bullets and put them in the magazine without closing it.
Rule n°5 : hurry up.
Nobody around. I calculate the seconds I need : five to leave my refuge, ten to reach the metro station. I hear gunshots in the distance, someone screaming, a faint bump. He looks away for one second. I close my magazine. Click. He leaps around and robs me at gunpoint. Too late.
Rule n°6 : stay alive.
I shoot.
The pain gets a shout out of him. He falls gasping to the ground, hands pressed against his thigh.
"LOOMS ?! WHERE ARE YOU?"
No doubt about that devilish mutantlike voice : it's Venceslas Ström's. And he's not alone : voices are coming from the other side. I put my rifle over my shoulder, leaps over the counter and rushes out from my refuge and across the square. When I reach Looms, he says with a quiet but pain-ridden voice :
"I'll kill you, Skanda. You know that, right?"
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Dear readers, Thank you for reading and I'm really sorry about slow progress. The story is well Advanced in French but it's much slower in English as I'm translating everything...
I'll post longer parts as soon as I have more time.
Thank you again and I hope You're enjoying the beginning. <3
Take care X
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