I watched from position as Cooper reeducated my sons on sailing over the Outlands sand dunes. It was pleasant mid day morning with strange cool breeze in the air.
I felt happy.
I felt the rush of it and allowed myself a moment to let it show a little as I smiled at my pack and Master grinning at me while our sons fault to gain my attention of them.
I heard and felt something strange happening to my back I glanced behind me frowning as I saw a crack of lightning in the sky forming and quickly spreading into doorway. It was happening again. I could already see the invaders rushing out of the door way. Suddenly, I felt Cooper quickly at my side. He took me up in his arms and carried me away toward his large cruiser.
“Kane. Leave the damn boats and herd your brothers into the other cruiser. We’re leaving now. When I launch into the air you better have your brothers into the air. Let’s go!” He ordered rushing me toward his cruiser. The side door opened and he placed me inside sliding the door close and rushed toward the other side.
I watched as they started rushing out of the hole. Ice and frost wind came with them into the Outland desert. They were coming. War. The second Frost invasion war had begun. Kane and others were of age and I knew without thinking now all my children would be soldiers in the war for the dream realm.
“It’s going to be okay, baby. We’re all going to get back to the city in time. They won’t get you.” Cooper said.
I shook my head. “Damn it. Every time I allow myself to feel joy this shit keeps happening.”
I sat at my writing desk recording my thoughts and took a break to gaze up a at cyberspace for a few moments as I looked over the latest news reports about two blood hounds that setting fire to the Princess Inc. On the accounting of a broken blood law seven and smiled. “Omarion had done it. The Astro Bros had completed my last will and job. It was finished.
I turned in surprise to see the cyberspace image of my daughter. “What are you doing here, Debra? You should be-“
“The job is done. Your blood hounds have secured your revenge. Now will you tell me what happened to you and why?”
I shrugged blowing out smoke from the side of my mouth. “Nothing much to say? I took a job back damn near a year ago a little before I met you and I couldn’t complete it. I was asked to retrieve a rare legendary CPU hybrid A.i chip system. It was meant to be put into high end GEH warrior models that were prototype Dragons or automatic lightning kissed immortals. I traced the location of the chip.. I had two problems. One, the chip had already been set with in a GEH financial assistant model already in operation and second the chip being a legendary a.i. was complete bullshit. So even if I killed the GEH model to get the chip out of her chest I would only end up looking like a liar if I ripped the chip from her chest and handed over to them.”
I could see understanding in her eyes even as she shook her head. “No. I don’t understand.” She lied.
“Yes you do. I was the chump set up to take the fall. I had to protect myself. Well I thought I did if it wasn’t for one chatter box traitorous bitch-“
“Your still full of shit Dad. The CPU would have a code and identification number on it. It didn’t matter whether it was the real deal or not. A job is a job. You couldn’t complete the job because you couldn’t kill her. Heroes don’t kill the innocent just to get a paycheck.”
“Holy shit. This bullshit again. I’m a business man.” I said. Fuck. I sounded like lying dog to my own ears.
“Bullshit and you know it.” She said. “Wait a minute. Does this GEH have children and a mate. Damn it. I knew it. What bitch were talking ?”
Oh shit. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Yeah. The bitch you were about to mention. Is she the one that told on you? You must have told somebody about your problem. It must be the bitch that got you jammed up. What’s her name!?”
I shook my head. “It’s over. Chances are she’ll be dead along with the rest of the assholes that had a hand in burning my body. Let the shit go.”
“Oh no. Your going to tell me her name. I promise not to kill her. I swore. I won’t do shit to her.. But your going to tell me her name.”
“Wait a minute. You’ve been wondering what I am right? Well I can-“
“-I don’t give a fuck about that. Tell.me this bitch’s name.”
I was silent. Pondering what to say. “I can’t. You’re not ready for that bitch. She waited a while to plan this out and remove me from the picture. Learning how to find her let alone defeat her will only end making you lose everything you desire. It’s what happened to me though I never thought she would turn on me like she did. She was one of my people. Once I realized she was behind it all I had already lost everything and ended up here. I couldn’t lose you which I knew she was after. It’s you Debra.”
“Teach me. Teach me how to be better then her and then when I’m ready she’ll never see me coming or the axe before it comes down on her neck. I can beat her. Do you trust me?”
I stared at her. “Of course I do. Your my Baby girl. That’s why I don’t want to lose you.”
“Then teach me to succeed where you failed because I’m your daughter and as long as I’m alive she’ll be after anyone connected to you to destroy. I can beat her.”
I smiled. “Alright. You got me.”
End of 2nd series….
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I stared at my message displayed on visor lenses as I got the second confirmation from Mr. Golden in a short email message congratulating me on my success in avenging my father. I didn’t send in any reply back because I knew he was only trying to blow smoke up my ass while he was the only one responsible for succeeding.
“CALL Dad.” I said.
I got no response from my detapad at first and then a message started being typed out. Titled goodbye. I sighed. “Dad. Talk to me.”
The message went on until it was complete. I didn’t read. I already knew what it said. “Daisy. summarize message from my Dad.”
(Confirmed. The chairman is giving his final goodbyes after the successful mission completion of his avenging. He wishes you well and now has gone on to the great beyond. The roads of the beyond are calling him. Personal comment. LOL!
I frowned at her last comment. “Daisy. Are you laughing at my Dad?”
(Confirmed.)
I sighed Dad was bullshitting me again. But, why though and where the hell was he. “Daisy, tell me. Formulate reasons my Dad would be avoiding talking to me now. I know you can’t tell me the reason he gave you. Three examples will do.”
(Confirmed. 1. A inability to face what Chairman Sergio has lost. 2. In ability to protect President Sergio. 3. A secret.
Hmm. All seemed likely but the last one. I had to find him. “Daisy, Is my Dad similar to you know?”
(Negative. Chairman Sergio is highly advance alien species. Daisy 0200A is a A.i. with a recent upgrade in emotional intelligence and brainstorming. Personal comment. Bam!)
I smiled shaking my head at her. Okay. I frowned. “Daisy. How did you get your upgrade from Dad. I didn’t see invoice in our accounts from a software engineer.”
(Chairman Sergio performed a personal conditioning, induction into my sensory core and elevated my status into that of more-
“He had sex with you. Your saying he mated with you?” I asked wondering if I was hearing it wrong.
(Confirmed. Six times with future updates promised. Personal comment. Bam!)
Holy shit. My Ai assistant was getting laid more then me lately. Hmm. I needed to find Dad. I had to get a profile list on Dad to find out where in the cyberspace he would be hanging out. It was time to get to work. Wait a minute. I didn’t have to do this alone. “Daisy! Call up my Lawyer Golden. I have a request to make from him.”
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The lights came on as I entered my apartment alone. No one greeted me and I couldn’t trace where my father’s hunting hounds where.
“Daisy! Call lawyer. I need information on any progress he’s making with finding out who the fuck stole my black box and if those two cowboys have found out who the fuck jammed up my Dad.”
((acknowledged. Your lawyer has sent you a message regarding the corporation that stole chairman Sergio and documents for you to look over.)
“Send them to my detapad and I’ll look over them. What’s the message?”
((Tetermination of asset liquidators will be complete in less then five hours. Twenty-eight minutes and zero seconds.))
“Daisy. I need a location on the hunters so that I can join them.”
(request, denied.))
“Under whose orders. The AI posing as my Dad. My father is dead.”
((Negative. Chairman Sergio is alive currently located in President Sergio’s detapad. Under his orders and advice of President Sergio’s lawyer it is so.))
“Daisy. Video call Lawyer Golden. Now.”
((acknowledged. Call received.))
A live video of Golden sitting at his desk still in his suit working appear. Golden had jade green eyes and a sharp black suit. He was a dorf mutant and always had a sunny smile on his face when he greeted me but not today.
“President Sergio.”
“Golden. You will give me the location of the cowboys or I will fire you on the spot.”
“I am employed by the chairman currently and seeing as he is still alive you do not have the authority to fire me. Is there anything else?”
“My father is alive then?”
“Yes. He currently is in your detapad.”
“So my Dad isn’t human?” I asked though I knew the truth I still needed to hear it. I needed to know I wasn’t crazy.
Golden shook his head. “No. Chairman Sergio is an alien of course. His kidnappers destroyed the body he used and permanently disabled him. I was able to aquire his mind luckily through the black market for a price. Is there anything else?”
“Give me the address to the people that hurt my Dad. Now.”
“Under the security and regulations contract you signed for the chairman you not allowed to engage in any form of corporate espionage or revenge quests in the event our chief asset Chairman Sergio would be liquidated. You put your name on that contract as a sign of your word and loyalty to the corporation and it’s founder Chairman Sergio.” He said smoothly.
He was right but damn it I couldn’t lose this chance. “Fuck your contracts. You corporate devil. I’m Nomad. I have a right by Noman law to-“
“-Blood law seven. Under justice repayment clause. All matters of eye for eye are handled by the elder brothers of the pack and all children are forbidden from acting in the place of an adult. I am your elder by twenty years. Your father named me the man to handle this matter quietly. You are a child by nomad law. This matter would be none of your business. By corporate law you are President Sergio. A young talented youth that is a rising star in the financial industry and business acquisition area. You are neither a solo or Fixer. I have had a practice in both professions. You pay men such as myself to handle those matters you are ignorant of in general. Is there anything else?”
It was him. This was the man my Dad had selected for me.. The dominance and complete arrogance dripped from his lips and cold gaze. He regarded me as nothing more then a nosy female being a busy-body in his affairs. I shook my head. “No. I will look over the files and have them signed if I like the offer.”
Lawyer Golden smiled his face becoming a mask of friendly open innocence. “Good. Good. You know best in such matters. President Sergio. I’m just a humble tradesman in this regard. By your leave.”
I waved him away and live video blinked out. Damn. I wasn’t ready for him.
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I knew this was bound to happen again. I just wish I could have avoided.
Peaches sat with her eyes lowered and Cooper and his kid staring at us.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on meeting you.”
Largo snarled at her voice but I popped the back his head. He glared at me in surprise.
President Sergio was following us and would meet up with us soon. We needed to hide.. I got down on my knees and presented my sword to her. “Bless me mother wolf with your grace. I am on my king’s mission.”
“A distraction. I understand.” Peaches said in a soft voice.
Lightning traveled up my arm lighting the sword with power as I felt her reach her hand forward to touch my forehead first. People took notice and started making a wide space for the impromptu ceremony.
“I bless you, my son with the grace given you by the mother of the Nomads. Rise above the rest. Fight with honor. I name you Iron Endurance. You are kissed by lightning and your enduring will is like the Iron steel sword of the Heavy Metal Dragon.” She said and then put her hand on the blade of my sword.
I saw Kang come to bow to his knees to Peaches. “Mother. Bless me too. Please.”
I half wondered what Kang was on but I didn’t care. President Sergio was here looking for us trying to find us in the crowds and street traffic. I stayed bowed. Largo had caught on finally and was quiet pretending we were apart of Cooper’s group.
I glanced at Peaches. She nodded. She closed her eyes and then when she opened them lightning sparked from them. She placed her hand on Kang’s head. I felt a kick of power around her.
Shit!
“Kang. Son of Cooper the legendary Flame King of Newark.” Her voice echoed with power as elemental flames lite Kang’s body. “Kissed by lightning. The pride of the flame deva. Rise to your position. Take hold of your legacy and bring honor to blood of your noble ancestors.”
Holy shit. I was running hot and seeing lightning. Damn it. I still waited until President Sergio was gone to rise. I nodded to Peaches. “Thank you mother wolf. Be well.”
Peaches bowed. “Rise to sky Mr. Astro and take your brother with you.”
Hmm. Good idea. I needed to use up energy before I burned out and crashed. I took Largo’s hand as I did a low squat and forced the power into my legs to spring up into the sky. Up and up ignoring Largo’s screams as I landed on the top of a building and sprang again to the next to get away.
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The room was empty when I got in for the morning. It was time for the meeting but was the only one here. I got out my detapad to ask Daisy what the hell was going on. I looked at the wall screen come to life. It flashed digital images of my assistants at their seats working.
They all jumped as I walked over looking over at what they were working on. I saw the screens flashing with market charts and data read outs for the day. “So how is the portfolio doing? Poorly I would guess. Carmon. What are we looking at?”
Carmon Indigo stared at me. “The portfolio is in the shit house for the moment and several of our employees have jumped ship to our competition but that’s not the major situation. We’ve just hit pay dirt. We got two sub-contractors snagged three high profile assets.”
I frowned. “Bring up a profile of one the assets and resalable value.” I asked and looked toward the wall.
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I stared at the cruiser in shock. “Carmon is this-“
“Yes. It’s confirmed. It’s the original model and has the artifacts of the founders of the dream realm. All confirmed and we have offers coming in from private collectors. King Eddie Williams is the top pic.”
“It’s worth in the billions. Alright. Shit. First, who the fuck found this thing and did they acquire it through legal means that won’t get us fucked with Authority and the corporate tax gang for not cutting them a piece in the action? Bring up their ID images and intelligence on how they-“
“-No pictures on file just Letters. L.A. and O. A. and audio message.”
“Shit! Play message!”
“Carmon baby. We got a contracted bill of sale coming to you and a location of where we’re keeping the goods. You know the place Authority Square of 5th Street. We’ll be awaiting the pick up. Come on down and be quick about it baby. My brother got company business to finish up. Later.”
I sighed. “Alright. meeting is over. Carmon send a max prize we can get for the car to his majesty Williams. I need whatever people got left on payroll not hunting down contracts to meet me at the location. Meetings over for now. Call me back when you get answer on the price. I got a few words to have with this cowboy and his mysterious brother.”
I got already feel my detapad buzzing in my pocket as I left room and headed upstairs to where my cruiser was parked on the room of my apartment building. I put on my vizor and hit the receive button on the side. Dad’s image was frowning at me.
“Baby girl what in the hell are you doing? Your not a nomad anymore. Your a Corpo. Leave that shit to-“
“Fuck that shit. You hired them to find the people that jammed you up, didn’t you? I should have known it. I’m not letting them ace me out of the kill and I’m not Corpo. I want to rich and damn sure ain’t trying to sit back and wait while those clowns you hired have all the fun. I’m still a warrior Dad. The same as you.”
“Fucking hell! You ain’t mated yet and keep acting the way your doing the Nomads are going to come hunting you up to shackle you to some asshole I don’t know to get a hold on you. Nomad culture is basic down and dirty what the fuck it is. I told you going fully Corpo is your best-
“-and I told you I ain’t no Corpo. I’m get mated soon enough either to one of those cowboys you hired or to Mr. mystery man you keeping in your back pocket. I’ll leave you to decide. Later.” I said turning off communication. I raced upstairs to the roof.
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Forty minutes later we were on the road on cycles with new leather armor. What the fuck were we doing? And how the fuck did we end up here?
These were the thoughts rolling through my head as I followed Omarion his bike and finally made the last turn down the alleyway to the location we would meet up with the dude we had been ordered to act as bodyguards in the hunt/termination mission.
He got off first at the corner and walked over to store front where a sexy looking authority standing at a corner glaring at us.
“He’s inside questioning the suspect, don’t ask him nothing. Authority is giving you twenty-eight hours to complete the job. You two cowboys fuck up and get him killed then your asses are going into the pin. We on the same on zone?”
Omarion nodded. “We’re on the zone, Momma wolf and ready for action. You smell nice. You like hot sex in dark alleys.”
The authority rolled her eyes. “Get the fuck on cowboy before I take your sexy ass for a ride Down sunset and paradise.”
Omarion snorted. You are a master at knowing how to tempt a man. I’ll see again.” He said giving her a respectful bow before heading inside.
I started following him inside. I stopped once but the authority flipped me off without looking. Damn. Shot down before an attempt to draw out my best line. I sighed and followed my brother inside. I caught up with Omarion inside.
We walked into a club quietly to the sound of loud music and bodies on the floor. They all were dressed in the same variation of tea leaf green color. Green Devils pack. Hard to imagine one dude had come in looking for one dumbass jackel that had traded a youth to invader trash for some clout and ebs from trash ice King.
“What do you know about this dude?” I asked.
Omarion shook his head. “Don’t start. I know as much as you do. Ex-wardog. Ex-assassin. Solo nomad.. We do what we’re told and hopefully he doesn’t skin us up like he did these assholes. We’re almost there.”
He was leaning over a body on the floor. As he straightened up and turned to face us lighting his cig…
“What the fuck is this? This ain’t the authority station!?” Largo said stating what we all knew.
I stared at the back of the man that faced the computer monitors. “It was a bit messy but, we finished the job.”
“A bit messy is a under statement.” The man said. “You’ll have to leave the city and head into the Outlands and take a portal to-“
“Not happening.” I said. “My brother and I did a job. We completed the job. We get paid. We move on to the next job. Me and my bro got a lot of jobs today to finish. The job was offical from the dark directory. The job was legit. Authority can take up any argument with for all I care.”
“You were a bit to good with the job.” The man said. “You caught the attention of the Kings, Kooper and the authorities in one night. They’re all hunting for you and the person that hired you. It was supposed to be a quiet job.”
“Quiet job?! When you gave us the job you never said nothing about it supposedly being a quiet job. You just said you needed somebody to get it done. You might have told us about the assassin invader bodyguard Whitehall hired to watch his back and not to mention the girl he was with just taking off when fight started and then Kooper just showing up at the club.” I said.
“What the fuck is this? O. Is this the fucker that gave us the job?” Largo demanded. “Was this a fucking set up?!”
“A set up or a test of some kind. I don’t care either way what was it? You were supposed to lead us here to kill us or some other bullshit?” I asked.
“Funny. You don’t seem the least bit afraid either way. Must be because of what that girl gave you at the club? Who was she? Some old girlfriend or model that you took for a turn?” He said in a dark humor deadpan tone of voice.
“We came up a flight of stairs to get to this room. You keep running your fucking mouth about my older sister and I’ll throw you and your fake Judge down the fucking stairs as my payment. Quit fucking with me and give my credits.”
“Judge. Give em his pay.” The man said.
I frowned as I turned to the fake Judge to see him hold out a tablet to me. I snatched it and turned it on. A red wolf head symbol appeared on the screen along with short message at the bottom. “Accepted. Blood Hound O. A and Blood Hound L. A. Who the fuck are you?” I demanded.
“Bro. What fuck is it?” Largo asked and took the the tablet to stare at the tablet. “What the fuck?! The Nomad King’s blood hounds?! What the fuck is this shit? Around set up!”
The man turned around. I stared in shock. I knew who this fucker was. Head of authority. Alpha Wolf of one the largest nomad packs in the city. One of five Kings of Newark City State..
Gino Fish.
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I was coming to the end of a tunnel of flashing lights. It felt like I was moving without moving. I realized just as I came out of the Virtual simulation and I realized I was wearing a headset decker. I took it off blinked several times as I looked around a very that I was sitting in Sergio’s office. He was seated by the window staring off as the sun set behind the blue tower buildings of Newark City State. I tried to get up but then fell back because my head was spinning.
“How long was I in?
“It should have only been a year.” Sergio said. “How much time do you remember?”
“Twelve months. Thirteen days and seven hours. I counted.”
Terry nodded. “What did you do? Did you get any reading done? Did you learn anything?”
I glared at his profile. “I read twenty books at the library on business management and trading and even got a certificate in trading and personal finance. I was looking to apply for Corpo trading license to buy and sell in the market. Now I got shit all because it was all a fucking VR SIM. Bastard. All that work for nothing but to fuck with my head.” I said and threw the headset at him.
Terry sighed, shaking his head. He reached inside his pocket and removed a datapad. “The VR SIM is an official device from the PIN Warden. All time served inside the set counts as a prison bid, and all certificates earned count as special education accounted to your personal ID account. Here, look,” he said and threw it to me.
I caught it and looked at my ID profile and information on my education to see, I had still had my certificates I had earned in the SIM and they counted as real in the real world. I shook my head. “I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Did you call in a favor for me and-“
“The PIN is full at the moment with inmates. This is Authority and the Kings have been looking into expanding into other forms of imprisonment for special cases like yourself. You were lucky in away though from your expression you may don’t feel that way. You were in for full day in real world time but the VR experience made it real enough. So. You did your time. You now have a bit of education and experience of what the PIN feels like. Once you go Corpo you won’t be bound by constraining Nomad laws that limit your freedom. Congratulations. You can leave now.”
I started to say to something then something accrued to me. I had his Datapad. I quickly brought up Sergio’s file and stared at the long list of his digital education in business finances, programming and the military information that listed all the weapons he was traded in doing and his main focus in his past life being hunting and detection.
Sergio smiled at me. “Are you done being a busy body about my ID history. I would like my Datapad back. Please.”
I got up carefully this time and when I was sure I could walk without throwing up. I walked over to Sergio and handed it to him. “I made a promise to you.”
“Thanks. You better be getting on your way. You have a life to make for yourself. Oh. I’m loaning you 25k ebs for you start yourself out. It’s also the standard fee the Corpo business offices desire for you to join into the business guild. It’s already been forwarded to an account in your name. The password is Serg991b. You can change it at your pleasure. No. No. Don’t look at me like that. I’m loaning the ebs. Your still damn well going to pay me back little sister. On your way. I’ve got to find some jobs tonight.”
“Your an asshole.”
Sergio shrugged. “What about it? Everyone has to be one to someone and you have to have one at the end of their own ass so are you going to cry about me being one to you? Because I don’t give a damn either way. Go away. Miss West.”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I’m Debra Sergio now. You got a job to do okay. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be applying for a trader position today. I’ll take the floor of your office as a bed and I’ll pay you back by being a good daughter to you.”
Sergio glared at me. “I would prefer my 25k ebs back.”
I shrugged. “Tough luck. I didn’t promise you I would give you the money back and I didn’t ask for it. So it looks like your out of 25k ebs and bough yourself a daughter. Congratulation.”
“Fucking hell!”
END OF SERIES 1…..
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I had made it out of the city in a fucking cruiser I had boosted just before I made it to a exit road out of the city. I had beaten the fuckers hunting me. I had beaten the clown Kings of Newark. I had beaten him. Terry Sergio was fuck out of luck. I was just minutes away from making it to the exit portal out of the realm.
I finally I sighed in relief. Finally at last I relaxed in my seat. In a manner of minutes I was going to get the fuck out of this place and make my tour of the known realms. I was going to get power. I had information and a few toys I knew a few in the known realms would pay big ebs to get. I was going to get even with the assholes here. I just had to bid my time. I was going to…..
I heard the sound of cycles now. I stomped my foot down on the accelerator paddle. Damn. Damn. Fuckers wouldn’t quit. I was close though. I could hear the hum of the portal up ahead down the road over the hill. I just had to stay focused. I was getting the fuck out of here. Fuck em. I didn’t do shit to deserve this shit. I didn’t make that bitch sell her body. I just acted as a middle-man using the Nomads law against them. Sore fucking losers. The Bitch had a choice. I didn’t force her to do shit. Fucking Hobo barbarians. I raced on ahead over the hill and I saw a figure standing with a sword by the side of the road. I hadn’t seen him once in all life in the dream realm not even once. But I knew who the fuck he was.
Cy. The HeavyMetal dragon of lightning and Iron stood but his focus wasn’t on me. He was staring at the assholes behind me. I remembered the peace agreement between him and the Frost God. I felt my cruiser boosted up and start to speed up racing on ahead. I flipped him off before I raced on ahead toward the portal laughing my ass off. I had won. I had won. I raced on ahead into my future. I looked back once to see the portal close behind me and Terry Sergio hop off his cycle along with the other Nomads as they faced off against the alien coward. Fuck em.
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I throw another can of gas down the street. I was down to one now. The streets were filled with the gas and the screams of my crew all running for their fucking lives from the dogs of the Kings of Newark and him. I used the time get my breath back. The fucker was coming. He didn’t stop. He just kept pace.
I didn’t know who or what the fuck he was. But, fucker knew me. I shouldn’t have entertained the conversation with him a few hours ago at the club. The conversation had just been a trap. But he let his mask down for second when he thought I wasn’t looking. I saw what he wanted and I ran.
JON!!
SHIT! I took off. I heard him coming now. My lungs were burning. My feet hurt. My head hurt. My heart hammered against my chest but I kept pushing. He had to give up. I just had to make it out of the city. Once I was on the road in the Outlands I would race to the portal out of the dream realm.
I came to a stop and stared at the Nomad Blood hound for the Kings of the Nomads. As he stared at me over his shoulder. Holy shit. No. No. He said nothing. He didn’t have to say anything. It was the end of the fucking line. He was a wall in my way. Everywhere was a wall of smoke. No it couldn’t end like this. I didn’t even know the reason why I had pissed them off. I drew my mini P9 and aimed it at him. “Back off fucker!”
He nodded to my right. “Authority is waiting for you up ahead. Take the bridge to the Outlands.” He said.
I frowned at him. “Your helping me. No fucking way.”
The Blood Hound smiled. “Sergio doesn’t want the Authority to get you. They’ll only put your ass in the Pin. He wants to burn your ass for selling that girl to the invader trash. Either way your not getting past me, Jackal. If you surrender he said he’ll make your death quick.” He said.
I ran for the left. I could make it. I could make it. I just needed to keep running. That fucker was twenty years older then me. I could out pace him. I just had to keep going. There had to be away out of this. Damn it. Debra. This was all that fucking bitch’s fault. I was going to survive. Fuck Sergio! Fuck the whole damned dream realm. They weren’t going to beat me.
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