She had eluded the d**n Kings Marine for the third time today, though now she was holed up in an old factory of some kind.
She heard something behind her - how the hell did _that_ get there? She was bringing her weapon around when there was a bright flash, momentary agony, and then nothing.
Where was she? Someplace far fancier. So much light, smooth floors. A bed? Restraints.
Why can’t she remember his(?) face? Someone was here.
The cloud passed. She was herself again and they missed something. The locks were not that good - which was good given the tools she had.
That done, time to leave.
Alarms, running feet, she ran left and right through a maze of corridors. More flashes of light but they missed.
It looked like a motorcycle though it lacked wheels, but it rose off the ground slightly at her approach - whining of some mechanism filling the air. Lights near the handlebars glowed - they beaconed really - and she climbed on. The exterior door appeared to open automatically - why? She was not really inclined to argue - the door to the hanger was being breached and she turned the throttle. She did not expect the speed it put on as she blasted out into the open air.
The structure behind her was huge - white and clean, with many towers and windows - a story-book castle - she had looked back to see if she was being chased. She was. Another door had opened and out came a pair of similar vehicles.
Controlling the ‘bike’ was a bit challenging - it did not respond quite the same as motorbike, and her experience with _that_ had been minimal.
The two pursuers had blocked her from reaching Stonehammer, though that place really did not represent safety. The ‘Marine would certainly notice her buzzing in on this thing.
Flying barely above treetops she took a random route - she had no idea where she was going. The occasional blast of energy nearby reminded her of her pursuit.
Then another one ended it.
The Bike dropped out of the air like a stone - it had no surfaces to maintain lift - and she had little time to brace herself as she plummeted through the foliage. It hit a heavy branch, spinning the bike and sending her on a different trajectory.
Which was good, as the bike slammed solidly into a tree and promptly exploded.
She slammed into the side of some wooden structure and smashed through.
As she lay stunned, two hoverbikes flew overhead unseen. They turned and went back the way they came.
Some time after the division of spoils, such as they were..
The blast of the bike’s power supply could be heard all over Redtower, and much of Kenebac.
Kreadle looked up from the garden he was working on.
Marcus was beating on the door-shield he was building.
Carnegie was out on a walk with Elvis. They had bonded even tighter thanks to their recent adventure. Lucus had been keeping his distance, doubtless still put off by the destruction of his weapon, or was it something else?
Anya was walking back from the town’s makeshift range - they had come onto a good amount of ammo through trade and she had had the rare opportunity to practice.
The range was not far from Redtower and it was not long before the Mayor found her. “Anya, Get some people together and go see what’s up with that.“
“Is she dead?”
“Did you see the body? No? Then get the @!#$ back there and make sure. Bring me her teeth if thats all you find.”