Title: What's A California?
Beta By: Starway Man«»0«»CHAPTER Six«»0«»
I couldn't believe this bullshit; I had a Zoomer leaking highly flammable, toxic imulsion all over the place coming right at me, another one coming down the steps behind me, and the fucking Oregden Bank had messed up my funds transfer!
Problem was these things weren't like vamps, where you could go hand-to-hand and maybe
get a lucky shot in and survive. I'd seen pics of what they could do to a person in the newspaper; it made the bloated, continence-challenged Starchies look downright pretty.:Need to get away from it all?:
"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed at the rifle, even as I raised it up to head level.:Take a cruise on one of Oregden's luxury warships.:
Finally just ignoring the damn thing, I slammed the stock of the gun into Drippy's face, knocking him back.. If I could get just one more good hit on him, I'd be have the room to get by.
Overestimating my own skill, I went in for another shot. It took a swipe at me, which I tried to duck. Not fast enough, unfortunately; the Zoomer ended up tearing a chunk out of my left forearm, and knocking the X41A out of my hands.
Great, just great. Now they were insult-
"Get down!" a woman's voice called out from somewhere behind me.
Not having to be told twice, I hit the ground almost instantly. I had to suck in a breath though, when my left arm hit the ground - that Zoomer had really tagged me good.Beep...beep...beep
Before I could even process what that sound was, ol' Drippy exploded less than two feet from me. I would have been happy with that, except burning imulsion from his corpse had fallen onto my back, and was eating its way through my fucking shirt!
"Shit!" I got to my knees, and started yanking the long-sleeved shirt off as quickly as I could, ignoring the pain from my forearm. Hospital patient, I did not want to become!
"Behind you, kid!"
In my haste to save myself from some nasty burns, I'd forgotten all about the Zoomer behind me. Running with the shirt still covering my face, I got about five steps before I smacked face-first into something, hard. This was not my day.Beep...beep...beep
I heard the ‘splat’ of the second Zoomer exploding, just as I managed to yank the shirt free off my body. Looking up to see what I'd hit, I saw it was a pedestal for the bust of a bearded man. I had no idea who he was, and I wasn't particularly pleased with him at the moment either.
The sound of boots coming toward me made me forget all about the bust, as I turned around, fists at the ready. I dropped them quickly to my sides, as I got a look at who was walking up.
My savior came toward me; she was a strawberry-blond woman, probably in her early forties but still very
attractive. The E209 hand-held rail gun she carried wasn't too bad, either. Craziest part of all, though, she was a freaking Imperial.
"Not too bad, for a kid
," she said easily, not in the least bit put off by my show of defiance. "I've seen Oregden Elite's piss themselves when a Zoomer was half as close as that one was to you."
I shrugged at that. "I won't lie to you, I was trying to get enough room to make a run for it."
She briefly looked down to where my gun was. "Your authorization didn't come quick enough?"
"I got three shots off, then that bitch told me my fucking credit ran out." I glared at the laser rifle at her feet in anger. "Even though they took the goddamn payment out of my account two
"Still, you did good, if you were a little older I'd-"
"I'm free tonight." My eyes left the gun and made their way up her body, damn but she looked good in that uniform.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I'm very mature for my age, how’s dinner and a movie sound?" Christ, I couldn't believe I was actually trying to snag a date with an Imperial. Huh - I’d come a long way from that kid who couldn’t even tell Buffy he had the hots for her, right from the first day he’d met her. Still, I guess everyone’s gotta grow up sometime.
She smirked at my comment, instead of giving me shit about it like any other Imperial. "I was going
to say if you were old enough, I'd sponsor you for Imperial training." She took the scorched shirt from my hands, and examined it. I noticed she kept well away from the burning imulsion stains.
"I'm actually older than I look, and very-":Margate! Where the fuck are you?!:
a tinny male voice cut me off suddenly, making us both jump.
The woman grimaced; the guy obviously wasn't her favorite person in the world. She lifted what looked like a watch to her mouth. "I'm in the Victory Apartments courtyard, sir." She looked around the dump that we were standing in. "Some victory
," she muttered to herself.:What the hell are you doing all the way back there?!:
"My job sir
, I found a civvie fighting off a couple of Zoomers.":Well, make sure he isn't one of these asshole protesters, and then get back to your fucking post!:
"Right away, sir," Margate told him with a sigh, before looking back to me. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to scan your card so I can prove that I was here."
Holy shit - this was going to be the test for the card. It was as real as you could buy on the black market, and I'd been able to get my job and apartment with it. But I'd never had the card scanned by an Imperial before.
If it didn’t pass muster, this was going to end up very
badly for me.«»0«»A/N: Earlier this week, I added a new chapter to my World War Z story 'Z War'. If you haven't checked it out, please do so.«»0«»END