admission to any class of transport space ship. Before he could reach the transport though, he had to come up with a large enough distraction to occupy Crenshaw, and he had to hope that the hover car stayed aloft long enough for him to ditch it.
And with his tired brain he was sorely taxed to even think of that. Usually distractions were as easy for him to create as breathing was.
Then he jumped in his seat. Crenshaw’s irritating voice came blaring out through the intercom. He reached to turn it off when he heard something that made his blood run cold.
“I wouldn’t try that if I were you. My computer hacked into your computer. I now have control over your vehicle.”
“Oh,
Shit! Okay, where’s my bloody leprechaun?” Tyler rolled his eyes. He stared helplessly down at the steering wheel.
Always one to challenge anything including Crenshaw’s announcement he tried to maneuver the car. The steering wheel wouldn’t budge.
“ Double fucking shit! ” he cursed.
“Well, now don’t we have a dirty mouth for such a man of distinction!” Crenshaw’s cruel laughter made his skin crawl.
“Kiss my ass, you stupid prick!” he shot back, checking to make sure that he had everything where he wanted it. If he didn’t get this right the first time, he wouldn’t have a second chance.
“You know, Cassidy. The bounty does say dead or alive. What do you think? Should I choose dead or alive? You know it’s quite a hard decision to make,” Crenshaw teased.
Tyler craned his neck to spot the bastard’s vehicle. “Over here, Cassidy !” Tyler met Crenshaw’s gaze through the back window.
Tyler flashed his middle finger at Crenshaw gaining some small satisfaction at the rude RECKLESS BOUNTY Marly Mathews 27
gesture. “ Up yours, asshole! ” Tyler yelled, totally pissed off. This had gone far enough.
Then with dawning realization and dread that started in the pit of his stomach and worked its way up he watched Crenshaw veer off and fly to a safe distance.
Oh, no! He knew what that meant. It meant he had to get out, and get out fast!
Tyler took his hands off of the steering wheel and desperately reached for the door handle when he heard Crenshaw’s creepy laughter and then his voice.
“I choose dead,” Fred said, firing at Tyler’s car. Multiple hard impact shots hit Tyler’s car, causing it to explode into tiny little fragments. The burning pieces hailed down onto the streets of New Monaco.
* * * *
Tyler propelled himself from the vehicle with only seconds to spare. He began free falling. Burning wreckage tore down around him in large molten chunks. He winced when one small piece snagged his leg.
He felt hot sticky blood seeping down his leg, but grit his teeth together to keep from crying out. For at the moment, he had more pressing matters to attend to...like how he was going to keep himself from becoming a pancake on the sidewalk below. He had to think quickly. Now, he could definitely identify with Samantha’s world.
He reached for the mini-parachute that he wore on his back beneath his many layers of clothing, and thanked his lucky stars for his rather questionable choice of professions.
As a highly skilled cat burglar, he was sometimes called upon to scale trendy, expensive apartment buildings that were several stories high. As an added precaution, he had learned to make sure that he had all of the necessary gear that he would need in case of an unforeseen emergency. The parachute expelled, propelling him upwards. The force of the upwards jerk caused a shooting pain to go running through his injured leg.
He searched the sea of hover mobiles for Crenshaw’s and squinted his eyes when they began tearing. At last, he saw something that made him expel a long shuddering groan. He tried to take control of the situation but there was no stopping it. He grunted when his parachute snagged on a gargoyle.
Why there was a statue of a gargoyle on a building so high up was beyond
And with his tired brain he was sorely taxed to even think of that. Usually distractions were as easy for him to create as breathing was.
Then he jumped in his seat. Crenshaw’s irritating voice came blaring out through the intercom. He reached to turn it off when he heard something that made his blood run cold.
“I wouldn’t try that if I were you. My computer hacked into your computer. I now have control over your vehicle.”
“Oh,
Shit! Okay, where’s my bloody leprechaun?” Tyler rolled his eyes. He stared helplessly down at the steering wheel.
Always one to challenge anything including Crenshaw’s announcement he tried to maneuver the car. The steering wheel wouldn’t budge.
“ Double fucking shit! ” he cursed.
“Well, now don’t we have a dirty mouth for such a man of distinction!” Crenshaw’s cruel laughter made his skin crawl.
“Kiss my ass, you stupid prick!” he shot back, checking to make sure that he had everything where he wanted it. If he didn’t get this right the first time, he wouldn’t have a second chance.
“You know, Cassidy. The bounty does say dead or alive. What do you think? Should I choose dead or alive? You know it’s quite a hard decision to make,” Crenshaw teased.
Tyler craned his neck to spot the bastard’s vehicle. “Over here, Cassidy !” Tyler met Crenshaw’s gaze through the back window.
Tyler flashed his middle finger at Crenshaw gaining some small satisfaction at the rude RECKLESS BOUNTY Marly Mathews 27
gesture. “ Up yours, asshole! ” Tyler yelled, totally pissed off. This had gone far enough.
Then with dawning realization and dread that started in the pit of his stomach and worked its way up he watched Crenshaw veer off and fly to a safe distance.
Oh, no! He knew what that meant. It meant he had to get out, and get out fast!
Tyler took his hands off of the steering wheel and desperately reached for the door handle when he heard Crenshaw’s creepy laughter and then his voice.
“I choose dead,” Fred said, firing at Tyler’s car. Multiple hard impact shots hit Tyler’s car, causing it to explode into tiny little fragments. The burning pieces hailed down onto the streets of New Monaco.
* * * *
Tyler propelled himself from the vehicle with only seconds to spare. He began free falling. Burning wreckage tore down around him in large molten chunks. He winced when one small piece snagged his leg.
He felt hot sticky blood seeping down his leg, but grit his teeth together to keep from crying out. For at the moment, he had more pressing matters to attend to...like how he was going to keep himself from becoming a pancake on the sidewalk below. He had to think quickly. Now, he could definitely identify with Samantha’s world.
He reached for the mini-parachute that he wore on his back beneath his many layers of clothing, and thanked his lucky stars for his rather questionable choice of professions.
As a highly skilled cat burglar, he was sometimes called upon to scale trendy, expensive apartment buildings that were several stories high. As an added precaution, he had learned to make sure that he had all of the necessary gear that he would need in case of an unforeseen emergency. The parachute expelled, propelling him upwards. The force of the upwards jerk caused a shooting pain to go running through his injured leg.
He searched the sea of hover mobiles for Crenshaw’s and squinted his eyes when they began tearing. At last, he saw something that made him expel a long shuddering groan. He tried to take control of the situation but there was no stopping it. He grunted when his parachute snagged on a gargoyle.
Why there was a statue of a gargoyle on a building so high up was beyond
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