My instincts took hold as I hit the gas, doing a 180-degree turn. The engine roared as the truck sped down the road; streetlights turning on as I raced past them.
I grabbed the phone, "Pick up..."
It crackled as a panicked voice hit me; "Dani- -at yo-!?"
"Margarete what happened- Is Zuzuka okay?!" I yelled.
"There wa- explos-" Her voice crackling, "Men- vehicles- -weapo-"
"Don't worry- I'll be there soon!" I replied, "Hold out until then-!"
Soon the signal gave out, "Damnit. They must've put up a jammer."
I reached for the glove box, pulling out a liberty. "I just need-"
Suddenly one of the 620's came crashing into the side of the truck, the glass shattering. "Gahh..." I collected myself, "Huh...?"
"Target identified." Said a man in combat armor, looking through the 620's front window. "Engaging."
"Click-" He aimed his gun at me.
"Shit-" I slammed the gas, moving the car before he fired. I drove off, before they began following me.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" They began firing at the truck.
I aimed out the window, firing two shots into their tires, but they didn't penetrate. "Must be plated..." I grumbled.
A man stood out the window; in his hand a grenade launcher; "Shit..." I said as he began firing, the street erupting in a chaos of fire and shrapnel.
Right before one hit, I fired, "Boom!" it went off creating a wall of flame and smoke between us. I hit the brakes; "Wham!" The truck hit the front of their car.
"What!?" They yelled.
Before they could do anything I stood in the bed, barrel aimed at their engine. "lubitelei..."* (Amatuers...)*
"Bang! Bang!" I fired two shots into their fuel tank; the car soon fell behind, bursting into flames.
Retaking control of the truck I noticed one of the tires had been blown; "Damn, I need to-"
Suddenly, "BOOM!" The truck was launched into the air, crashing into the side of a convenience store.
"Rgh..." I pulled myself out of the wreckage; finding myself surrounded by men.
"Surround him!" One yelled, "We can't let him escape!"
I scanned them; all outfitted with police combat equipment; however, their weapons were manufactured by Tsunami, a partner of Militech.
"All roads lead..." I thought, my hand tightening around my grip.
"Drop your weapon and surrender!" One of the men shouted. "You're under arrest for first degree homicide, arson and destruction of private property!"
I dropped the gun behind me, putting my hands up.
"Now step forward slowly!" He responded, waving his hand.
I looked around, noticing the men quietly readying their weapons.
"Hm..."
I took a step... back.
Dropping behind the truck.
"Move in!" He signaled; the men began falling in, coming closer.
Suddenly two large white canisters came flying over the truck. "What...?" The cans hit the ground, busting their seal, beginning to leak something. "That smell..."
A lighter soon followed after. "Hah-" The man turned, "GAS!" He yelled.
"BOOM!" The store erupted into a fiery inferno, causing a chain reaction; in moments the men were incinerated.
I stepped out from the store's walk-in freezer, picking up the charred lighter. "Flick-"
"S'what ya get for cheap equip." I tried lighting a cig but just sparks came out; "Shit…"
I looked down the street as I noticed more cars coming; "Ride's here..."
They sped up, looking as if to run me down; "Heh-"
I stood in the middle of the road, waiting.
"VROOM!" The 620's engine screamed towards me. Sweat dripped from my brow, slowly falling to the pavement.
I started counting.
10 seconds.
8 seconds.
6 seconds.
4…3…2…
Just as the car came inches from me I activated the sandevistan.
The world went still; in nanoseconds I sidestepped the car, punching through the door I grabbed the driver, throwing him out. I soon hit the gas before he even hit the ground. VROOM!
The soldier in the passenger seat stared at me for a second before raising his gun. Still keeping my eyes on the road I slammed my liberty through the glass in his helmet; BANG! BANG!
Staining the back of the seat in a red spatter, the soldiers head slumped over falling on the radio comms.
"Kzzzt- B-bravo team this is Alpha we've identified two hostiles at the residence do you copy?"
"Hostiles-?" I gasped.
Soon after a voice responded; "This is Charlie team we copy over-"
"Compliance is not achievable. Deadly force authorized, moving in to engage. Over-"
"NO!" I screamed.
I slammed my fist on the dash, leaving a large dent. The radio crackled once more.
"Kzzt- B-bravo team failu- to eliminate t-target…"
I noticed two large silhouettes hanging in the street lights. "What…"
The whirring of machinery came to life as the silhouettes moved in sync.
My grip tightened; "Minotaurs…"
The radio came on one last time.
"Kzzt- arget found- Charlie t-team engaging."