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‘What the…’
Five hundred metres from clearing the valley Evinrud senses a movement that’s not ours. It’s low, too low for standard military but it’s definitely machine.
‘Keep your eye on it Rud.’
I always revert to thought speak when I’m nervous, as if Evinrud needs to be told.
It’s disappeared. We clear the Valley and shoot sudden altitude… so fast it stings. It’s good to be out of there, on the homeward stretch so to speak, but we’re both wary. What the hell was that and where did it come from? More importantly, where did it go? We can out race anything but we’re sitting ducks against the right weapons.
Evinrud is processing, spitting meaningless data until an image forms… an air-motor. The thing in the valley with us was an air-motor. But how….. no military chuck with a shelf model could have followed us that far. Not that low and not without us seeing it.
I’ve barely had time to absorb this when Evinrud picks up a missile, its target us. We dodge, shut down Evinrud’s main engine, free fall, freeze the exhausts, scramble co-ordinates, and flare. Boom... it’s the only way to shrug a pre-set at this close range. Fuck…I’ve gotta get a proper visual on this thing.
Sometimes you wish you could take it all back. Everything. Everything that brought you up to this point. This was one of those fucking moments, as if everything I had needed to believe was shattered before my eyes.
Another bio… it had to be, the riders stance, the graceful movement of machine and man at top speed. And dual engine no less. Something fucking reeks and it will be a miracle if we can escape it.
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