To Catch a Train
Robin Foale,
9/5/2013
I know that the train will be passing through soon. I ready myself,
making sure my rope is fully tightened around me and the nearby cliff for
support. A strong wind billows through my cloak as the blizzard starts to get
worse. Most people would say my tactics are outdated, mad. They would be right.
I can see the lights of the train barely appearing out of the tunnel in the
distance.
"Showtime..."
I say with my deep voice before covering my scarred face with the masquerade
mask I made for this operation alone.
As the train finally comes closer I take the plunge. I'm a good twenty feet above the long transport. I've timed the jump and distance perfectly, as I always do. I swing on the rope and pass a few windows. As I thought, plasma droids fill every carriage, holding hostage the mutants Alpha City would rather exile to the Wastes for just being born different. Well, not today.
As I near the central carriage I pull out the gas powered crossbow from my cloak and ready it at the plasma droids which have only just noticed me.
"Eat this..." I say as the rapid cannon fires its incendiary arrows through the bullet proof windows and into the monitors of the non-prepared droids. The windows may be bullet proof, and the droids immune to lasers, but neither of the two have a chance against my ammo. Able to pierce through objects with ease and then turn to dust after impact to avoid tracing, incendiary arrows make for the perfect ammo for someone in my trade.
Having broken the window I detach from my rope and go flying into one of the barely standing droids due to the inertia and force behind my swing. Bouncing off it and rolling onto the cold metal floor I can feel the train reverberating underneath me. I scan the room with my raised weapon. The five droids stationed in here have all been taken care off. Having checked that the room has been cleared, I go towards the computer in the corner, its screen already covered by the snow blowing in from the increasing wind outside. I access it and quickly find my target, my love, my wife...
As the train finally comes closer I take the plunge. I'm a good twenty feet above the long transport. I've timed the jump and distance perfectly, as I always do. I swing on the rope and pass a few windows. As I thought, plasma droids fill every carriage, holding hostage the mutants Alpha City would rather exile to the Wastes for just being born different. Well, not today.
As I near the central carriage I pull out the gas powered crossbow from my cloak and ready it at the plasma droids which have only just noticed me.
"Eat this..." I say as the rapid cannon fires its incendiary arrows through the bullet proof windows and into the monitors of the non-prepared droids. The windows may be bullet proof, and the droids immune to lasers, but neither of the two have a chance against my ammo. Able to pierce through objects with ease and then turn to dust after impact to avoid tracing, incendiary arrows make for the perfect ammo for someone in my trade.
Having broken the window I detach from my rope and go flying into one of the barely standing droids due to the inertia and force behind my swing. Bouncing off it and rolling onto the cold metal floor I can feel the train reverberating underneath me. I scan the room with my raised weapon. The five droids stationed in here have all been taken care off. Having checked that the room has been cleared, I go towards the computer in the corner, its screen already covered by the snow blowing in from the increasing wind outside. I access it and quickly find my target, my love, my wife...
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