Faith: Prologue; I am very proud of myself!!! 8)

by Invader GIR (Blue Phoenix) in Pangaea

Faith           by C L Strain

Prologue

What gets your adrenaline pumping better than driving your motorcycle 100 MPH on the autobahn? That’s right, meek citizens.  Nothing.  And that’s EXACTLY what I was doing right then and there.  Then being a week ago, and there being in Germany.  I swerved right to avoid being hit by a SUV, then popped a wheelie to avoid another car.  I sharply turned into a small road way leading to a large building.  It was a boarded-up warehouse.  I skidded my bike on its side as I back-flipped of it.  I landed silently, and then went on to run up to the door.  I snatched a lock-pick from my pocket, and in two seconds, had the door expertly open.  I took a deep breath, and then somersaulted as sneakily inside as I could.  I touched the center of the jewel on my necklace and spoke into it:

“Hey, Cindy, one more time, just explain my mission to me.   So, you know, I don’t make a mistake that costs billions of Americans to, well you know, DIE.”

I heard a sigh.  “You’re mission is to destroy all of the terrorist group known as the Banes.”
“My best friends.”  I said dreamily as I turned a corner, elbowed one in the gut, then back-fisted him in the nose.

“Are you okay?”

“Never better.”  I said, pulling a silenced pistol out and shooting another in the leg, then kicking him in the face.

“Okay…”  She said, “Infiltrate the group, and I’ll be there in about ten minutes to hack their system for any useful info.”  She paused, “Good luck, Tucker.  God bless you’re brave, but very psychotic self.”

I blasted a few holes through the wall, alerting the scum inside. I dove for cover around the corner as ten men came out, all with muscle shirts and loaded M-16’s they had stolen from a US military base months before.

“Who’s there?”  One said, “I said, WHO’S THERE?”

“You’re worst nightmare:  a Unicorn!”  I replied, somersaulting out, firing as fast as my semi-auto nine millimeter would let me.  Several bodies lay on the ground already, and I back-flipped to my feet to stay alive.  I shot several more down before my ammo ran out.  I dove at another, hitting him hard.  He went down cold as I round-house kicked another across the face.

“It’s just a ki-” I hit him with the butt of my 9 mil. I stood over his body.

“Yeah.  Y’all all just got whooped by a freaking thirteen year old.  Pshh.  What wimps.”  I then hit him as hard as I could with my pistol, right in the kidney.

I turned to see my associate, Cindy, pull up on her motorcycle.  She got off her bike and walked toward the entrance.  But before she could enter, a Bane snatched her, put her in the back end of his SUV, and drove off.