| From: | Rand Ratinac docwagon101@*****.com |
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| Subject: | Reunion - Part 6 |
| Date: | Fri, 14 May 1999 00:10:08 -0700 (PDT) |
=========REUNION - Part 6
"Micky! Move it, ya slug! Jimmy D’s found out you’re staying here! We
gotta move – now!" I kept screaming dire warnings at the top of my
lungs as I kicked the door of his room in and ran over to him.
Micky’s incredibly coherent and dazzlingly brilliant reply went
something along the lines of, "Huh? Whuh? What? Whazzit?"
Okay, so bursting in at two in the morning and waking him from a sound
sleep like that was pretty cruel – but if you hadn’t already noticed
I’m a rather mean and petty person. I get my kicks where I find ‘em.
I grabbed Micky by the shoulder as he struggled upright and wrenched
him out of his bed and onto the floor. Then I bounded across to the
window and stood there, staring out fearfully.
Micky was sputtering in outrage by the time he managed to get to his
feet, but I just ignored him. Finally he stormed across to me. "What
the frag is going on, Bobby?"
I glanced around, feigning surprise, and dragged him away from the
window. "Keep your head down, fragwit! I don’t know if Big Jimmy’s
hitters are here yet or not. Come on, move it. We’ve got to get out of
here."
Micky’s expression slackened as he finally realised what I’d been
saying. "Mr. Darcy-Rutherford knows I’m here? Frag, Bobby, what are we
waiting for? Let’s go!"
Like I said before, you just gotta know which way they’ll jump (insert
self-satisfied smirk here).
We pelted down the stairs and out the back of the building. Micky
surprised me quite a bit by managing to keep up, even at the rather
furious pace I was setting. "Where are we going, Bobby?" he asked as we
ran. Evidently living in fear (and without elevators) for six weeks can
do amazing things for one’s level of fitness.
I pointed down the street to a dark alleyway. "I left my car in there.
Now shut up and keep moving."
We were only about thirty metres from the alley when a chattering
burst of fire chopped up the road in front of us. Micky screeched to a
halt and looked up. "Up there!" he shouted, pointing to two indistinct,
shadowy figures standing on a rooftop to our right. The one with the
rifle lifted it again and pointed it straight at Micky – who just stood
there. I guess that after a life spent in corporate offices, a few
weeks on the streets can only do so much for giving back your survival
instincts.
"Get down, Micky!" I yelled, leaping towards him. My irresistible
force met his immovable object. Guess who won?
That’s right; I always knew I was irresistible.
As the two of us tumbled to the rather filthy street, a second burst
of fire hit the ground where Micky had been standing an instant ago. I
cursed. This was getting too damned close for my liking.
I ended up flat on my back, looking up at our attackers. I saw the
second one, the one without a gun, raise his hands and point towards
us. Suddenly Micky jumped as if he’d been hit by a bullet train, then
slumped to the ground. I rolled over to check his pulse. He was still
alive, but he was out like a fragging light.
I smiled and flopped onto my back again. Activating my headware radio
with a thought, I subvocalised, "Good job, Pepper, Revenant."
I saw Pepper acknowledge my praise with a nod. Revenant’s voice came
over my subdermal speakers – "Hell, boss, it’s what we do."
I grinned, then winced as my back twinged. Hitting the ground that
hard isn’t fun, even when you’re wrapped in body armour. "Just one
thing, Pepper," I complained. "Do you think next time you could miss by
a bit more."
Pepper’s throaty laugh echoed in my ears as she blew me a kiss. "Now
come on, Blood, you wanted it to be believable. It isn’t realistic
unless I’m trying to kill you."
"I respect your artistic integrity, Pepper," I grumbled, "but I think
Micky would have been convinced if you’d just fired near him, not at
him."
"Don’t be such a baby," Pepper laughed. "I didn’t hit either of you.
Not from want of trying, but I did miss."
Frag, with people like this working with me it’s a wonder I’m still
alive. I clambered to my feet and dragged Micky to his feet with a
grunt. "Come on, let’s move it. Blaze and Cerberus are probably waiting
for us already."
==Doc'
(aka Mr. Freaky Big, Super-Dynamic Troll of Tomorrow)
.sig Sauer
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