The Infinity Chronicles Volume 1

Act-24: A father's meddling...

Act 24: "A father's meddling..."

Brown Sector, Center

6-June-2331

Three days later, as he, Tina, Cygna and Cyban walked along Brown Sector, one of James' hirelings made her attempt. She had it all planned out. Using an abandoned boutique with a third story window and a high powered particle beam rifle, she was sure she could take care of this problem, earning herself a hefty payday from Carlson Dynamics. She sighted carefully on the head of the handsome human male.

'Why do all the cute ones have to die?' She thought to herself, sighting in on Alex's face.

She had been given very specific instructions on where to shoot him, though not why. A blaster bolt to the face , even at this range, was sure to blow his head clean off of his shoulders. She didn't understand the significance, but it was Mr. Carlson's wishes, and his wishes were what paid her bills, so why not? It would just make more of a mess for the EMTs to clean up afterward.

The fur on Tina and Cygna's necks stood up almost immediately as the sniper took her final breath and lined the heavy rifle barrel up on Alex's nose. Tina began a rapid eye scan of all the buildings around them, looking for things not entirely part of the normal landscape of Brown Sector, as Cygna, ever the frisky lover, tugged on Alex's jacket sleeve and spun him into a long, and quite passionate kiss. He happily returned her affections as a blaster bolt whizzed past his left ear and carved out a divot of ferrocrete beside Cyban. Tina spun around, her Stracher filling her right hand as Cyban, ever the cautious general, followed the angle and obvious trajectory of the shot and withdrew his own P-beam pistol, an Alamo Arms A-12.

To a human, the A-12 was more of an SMG, shaped like the Uzi's of old Earth, but in Cyban's massive mitts, it served him as a form of heavy pistol. And he was a crack shot with it.

So when Tina spotted the barrel of the heavy P-beam rifle protruding from the window of a run down building half a block away, she raised her gun and snapped off three hasty rounds, while Cyban cut loose with a 5 round burst.

Cygna closed her eyes and whisked herself and Alex back to the 'Barnard's Star' and onto their pillow pile. He broke off the kiss and looked quizzically at his life-mate.

"Something wrong kitten?"

"Sniper Master." She replied breathlessly. He tensed almost immediately. She wanted him now, but knew he was in combat mode and she could've danced naked blowing up a dozen balloons and he'd have ignored her to resolve the threat issue first, then cuddle with her afterwards.

When Cyban spotted the rifle barrel, he aimed for it as Tina emptied her magazine into the flimsy wall and windowsill around the barrel. Cyban's barrage blew away a large swath of wall, causing the girl to lose her grip on the awkward rifle as one of Tina's 11mm slugs carved its way into her left shoulder, knocking her to the floor. Her rifle crashed to the ground below, destroying the finely crafted weapon.

As she stared up at the cracked plaster of the ceiling, Tina and Cyban running into the room, Regina Peterson laid her head down on the cold, hard floor and sighed.

"Really? A sniper? What about Tina and Cyban?" Alex asked as he moved off of her while she got a glassy eyed look. He knew she was either communing with Ashia or with Cyban, and waited for her to finish.

"Cyban, contact Cygna. Center Security will be here in minutes and you know how much I hate describing gun fights to those ass clowns." Tina said, as Cyban grunted and set about contacting Cygna telepathically.

Tina, Cyban and a wounded yet attractive blonde woman appeared beside them, Tina lowering Regina to the floor beside the pillow pile.

"How?" She asked, looking around the lavishly appointed stateroom.