Adam began to scoop up stacks of credits and cram them into his satchel. When that was full, he stuffed more into his pockets—
There came the sound of a slamming door; Adam froze and brought the ’47 to bear on the door to the office. Then he heard the sound of light running, growing fainter as the sprinter added distance.
There was side entrance to the estate not too far from Amick’s office. Adam ran for the exit, just in time to see a thin, dark figure shoot through the open gate of the estate. Adam took off after the dark figure.
The assassin was extremely fast and reached the end of the street just as Adam was passing through the front gate. His cab driver was standing next to his vehicle, watching the assassin dart around the corner to Adam’s right. Adam reached the end of the street only a breath later, just as another vehicle sped off. Turning to the confused driver, Adam shoved him hard in the chest, sending him tumbling over a low stone wall and into a crop of bushes.
“I need to borrow your car,” Adam shouted at him as he slipped into the driver’s seat. He grasped the center joystick and twisted the top toggle to his right as he shoved the stick forward. The transport spun around 180 degrees; Adam corrected the turn and took off after the other vehicle, the whining of the electric motor reverberating throughout the darkening and once-quiet neighborhood.
The other driver was good, weaving in and out of traffic like a NASCAR driver back home. Definitely not a Castorian , Adam thought. In fact, Castorians were notorious for their bad driving habits. Since the subterranean cities were so over-crowed, and their roads clogged with traffic, all of their vehicles were lined with thick rubber bumpers that encircled the entire car. As they drove through traffic, Castorians would continually bounce off one another like some bizarre, over-the-top Disney ride. It didn’t seem to bother the Castorians much, but it sure made weaving through their chaotic traffic a challenge.
The assassin’s car merged onto the main thoroughfare for this section of Krune, bouncing hard off half a dozen vehicles and sending them, in turn, crashing into others. Adam did his best to keep up, but the remnants of the assassin’s passage were piling up exponentially as they proceeded deeper into the traffic.
Finally it happened. Up ahead, Adam saw the assassin’s vehicle fly into the air, turn on its side, then disappear in a mass of flying metal, bodies and smoke. Adam pulled back on the joystick, and his own transport skidded to a stop, but not before slamming broadside into another car. Adam was thrown through the thin glass of the windshield and flew through the air until he contacted the side of the vehicle he’d just hit. Momentarily stunned, he quickly shook off the cobwebs and jumped to his feet. Peering over the tops of the now-stopped traffic – looking like so many dominoes laid helter-skelter in the street – Adam spotted the assassin’s car. It was resting on its side, its wheels still turning and smoke drifting out of the rear motor compartment.
Adam set off for the car, hopping from hood to hood in the stalled traffic, MK-47 held tightly in his right hand. He arrived moments later and shoved the barrel of his weapon through the open window. The vehicle was empty.
Standing tall on the side of the car, Adam scanned the road and sidewalks in front of him. There! A disturbance on the pedestrian sidewalk, as aliens of all shapes and sizes were being thrown out of the way as the assassin barreled through the crowd. Then the disturbance stopped where a side alley intersected the main road.
Adam took off again, making excellent time hopping from car hood to car hood. Then he jumped, clearing the crush of screaming and upset alien pedestrians, and landed softly on the surface of the near-deserted alley.
Then a gaggle of upset creatures entered the alleyway behind him, but they quickly retreated when they spotted
There came the sound of a slamming door; Adam froze and brought the ’47 to bear on the door to the office. Then he heard the sound of light running, growing fainter as the sprinter added distance.
There was side entrance to the estate not too far from Amick’s office. Adam ran for the exit, just in time to see a thin, dark figure shoot through the open gate of the estate. Adam took off after the dark figure.
The assassin was extremely fast and reached the end of the street just as Adam was passing through the front gate. His cab driver was standing next to his vehicle, watching the assassin dart around the corner to Adam’s right. Adam reached the end of the street only a breath later, just as another vehicle sped off. Turning to the confused driver, Adam shoved him hard in the chest, sending him tumbling over a low stone wall and into a crop of bushes.
“I need to borrow your car,” Adam shouted at him as he slipped into the driver’s seat. He grasped the center joystick and twisted the top toggle to his right as he shoved the stick forward. The transport spun around 180 degrees; Adam corrected the turn and took off after the other vehicle, the whining of the electric motor reverberating throughout the darkening and once-quiet neighborhood.
The other driver was good, weaving in and out of traffic like a NASCAR driver back home. Definitely not a Castorian , Adam thought. In fact, Castorians were notorious for their bad driving habits. Since the subterranean cities were so over-crowed, and their roads clogged with traffic, all of their vehicles were lined with thick rubber bumpers that encircled the entire car. As they drove through traffic, Castorians would continually bounce off one another like some bizarre, over-the-top Disney ride. It didn’t seem to bother the Castorians much, but it sure made weaving through their chaotic traffic a challenge.
The assassin’s car merged onto the main thoroughfare for this section of Krune, bouncing hard off half a dozen vehicles and sending them, in turn, crashing into others. Adam did his best to keep up, but the remnants of the assassin’s passage were piling up exponentially as they proceeded deeper into the traffic.
Finally it happened. Up ahead, Adam saw the assassin’s vehicle fly into the air, turn on its side, then disappear in a mass of flying metal, bodies and smoke. Adam pulled back on the joystick, and his own transport skidded to a stop, but not before slamming broadside into another car. Adam was thrown through the thin glass of the windshield and flew through the air until he contacted the side of the vehicle he’d just hit. Momentarily stunned, he quickly shook off the cobwebs and jumped to his feet. Peering over the tops of the now-stopped traffic – looking like so many dominoes laid helter-skelter in the street – Adam spotted the assassin’s car. It was resting on its side, its wheels still turning and smoke drifting out of the rear motor compartment.
Adam set off for the car, hopping from hood to hood in the stalled traffic, MK-47 held tightly in his right hand. He arrived moments later and shoved the barrel of his weapon through the open window. The vehicle was empty.
Standing tall on the side of the car, Adam scanned the road and sidewalks in front of him. There! A disturbance on the pedestrian sidewalk, as aliens of all shapes and sizes were being thrown out of the way as the assassin barreled through the crowd. Then the disturbance stopped where a side alley intersected the main road.
Adam took off again, making excellent time hopping from car hood to car hood. Then he jumped, clearing the crush of screaming and upset alien pedestrians, and landed softly on the surface of the near-deserted alley.
Then a gaggle of upset creatures entered the alleyway behind him, but they quickly retreated when they spotted
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