Shadows
ch.1
The plane landed on the run away. Gracefully the feminine behemoth of a machine slowed down. Coming to a stop it's giant wings showed pride and hope for the country of it's origins, future. It was a sight to behold. The first plane to fly since the majority of the worlds governments collapsed, has just returned from the Impact Zone, as Japan is now called. Her cargo, men and women, all scientist's and engineers. She brought them here to help with the rebuilding of this country, "promised" them a better life here, where they can have a hand the rebuilding of humanity. Well not all the people were into those fields.
Among the crowd stepped out a boy. Black leather jacket and black jeans protected him from the cold weather. Brown hair, blue eyes, he hide himself in the mass of people exiting the air craft. His long hair flowing past his eye's, he brushed it away, showing a goatee gracing his chin. All this done, so that no body he knew before could recognize him.
As the people gathered they were counted. Slipping out unnoticed, was one thing the boy was good at. The boy hide himself again on the near abandon runway, among rows of large, empty aircraft crates. He could not leave yet. His partner, no his friend, was still in that plane.
Abandoned, trashed, rusting and roting away, the runway was just like the rest of the world. . Ever since third impact the whole world was this way. For the first few months everybody was fine, and the people accepted what had happened. Then panic came along, and governments fell. The almighty Japan and the great Tokyo-3, once humanities symbol of survival, was now just a destroyed hunting ground for thief's, murders, and rapist. All this happened five years ago.
Off in the distance he could see the city. Boston Massachusetts. Twice the size of the second Tokyo, the city did not look like the rest of the world. It looked just the same as it did before. Fully functional, and alive. If it was not for the massive wall protecting and separating the city from him, one would doubt third impact ever occurred.
The boy walked through the compound. He always was good at not being seen, but over the last few years, survival has taught him how to blend in perfectly. As he walked he came across a maintenance technician. More then likely brought here to help with the planes return landing.
"Excuse me Sir." The boy greets the mans. "I was wondering if you could tell me were this is." The boy handed the man a piece of paper with a destination written on it.
The man looked the paper over. "You from that plan I presume." The boy nodded. "Any American would know that Houston is in Texas, halfway across the country. This here is Boston. You have a good five to six day drive, but I would not recommend going outside of the city."
"Why is that."
The man laughed. "Boy I bet you heard that this country is has the only functional government in the world." The boy nodded. "Well, think of this country run by city states, much like ancient Rome. Large cities, military posts; pretty much anyplace that has a fairly large population governs them selfs. However between them it is unruled territory, where gangs control the land. America is just the way it was, in the old west."
"So how do I get to Houston?"
"I don't think the city would let you go. All the city states are closed off. No-one comes in and no-one comes out. You are the exception. This runway is outside the city. In a matter of minutes we are going to head back into the city and will be safe." The mans voice changed to one of curiosity, "Why do you want to go to Houston?"
"The three people I care about most are there."
"Family?"
"You could say that. One treated me like her own son, one is my sister, and the last one was the girl I love."
The man took a moment to digest his answer. "What's you're name son?"
The boy had no intention of telling his real name, just his fake name. But before he could answer a large explosion erupted on the other side of the runway. They fell to the ground as it shook with rage.
One of the wings of the aircraft was blown off. It lay on the ground in pieces, were the people were now in a panic, running fore their lives. In the distance old military jeeps and trucks were moving in.
"Remember those gangs I told you about?" The boy nodded. "Here they come." The man pointed to the coming jeeps.
Shots were heard as men at the base with rifles fired at the incoming vehicles. Returning shot came back. The people from the plane hurried to the former infantry, now personnel, transport vehicles, known as Stryker's.
Another explosion was felt as a rocket collided with one of the building's at the base.
The boy took out a phone from his back pocket. Jamming a button on the side he activated a comm frequency, using it like a walky-talky he spoke to another on the other end of the line. "Al, get here quick. Looks like we are leaving a bit earlier then we thought."
A voice came back in over the radio. "Roger that Shinji. I am on my way."
He turned off the radio, and returned it to his pocket. "I suggest you get to one of those IPC's." He pulled out a pistol.
The man laughed. This is not the first time he had been attacked while outside the city. Nor the second time. "Going to Houston?" The boy's head motions said yes. The man then ran to a nearby maintenance truck, and pulled something out of the glove box. "Here I don't think I will need it anymore. It's a map of the country. State by state. It is a little old, but should still be accurate." He held out his good hand. "Names Roland Cunningham."
The had a confused look at first, not used to the hand shake. "The name is Shinji. I'd tell you my last name, but let's just say Shadow." They shook hands.
"Well good luck Shinji Shadow. Go find you're family." With that the man ran to one of the IPC's.
The cargo door to the plane was ripped open. Not from an explosion, but from the inside of the crippled aircraft. Out from the newly formed hole came a car. A 1973 Renault Alpine A310, the former pride and joy of one Misato Katsuragi. Gone was the light blue color. Now it was pitch black with matching wheels and tinted windows. It had a small fin on the back of the car and on the hood a thin stream of red blinking lights ran across for about a foot, just above the headlights.
After exiting the plane it made a screeching stop beside Shinji. The boy opened the door to the driver-less interior. Inside the Alpine was still black with tan seat's, just like before, but the dash board was covered with buttons, switches and computers monitors, all designed to be conveniently accessible while driving..
"Okay Al. Let's get out of here. We'll plan where to go later." Shinji sat down.
"I agree Shinji." A red light blinked on the dash board in conjunction with the voice. It was the same voice on the radio. "Though their bullet's can not harm me, I would like to avoid testing to see if my outer shell can take a direct hit from one of those rocket launcher's."
"Me to pal." With that Shinji floored the gas pedal. Driving through the ruble from the explosions and all that was left behind when the base was abandoned, they searched for the best way out. Bullets reflected of the driver side window.
Shinji looked to his side. Not even a scratch was left on the window, but next to him was an old hummer, driven by screaming gang members.
"Al, we got company."
At that time Al got out to a clear opening, with no obstacles in the way. "What a nuisance." The Alpine then rocketed forward. Speeds climbing higher and higher, the black car left the Hummer in the dust.
"Shinji I detect a large and heavy military vehicle obstructing the path for the scientist. It is my belief that it belongs to the renegade group." Shinji looked on the screen next to his dash which Al provided a picture of the vehicle.
"A tank." Shinji said.
"My data banks indicate that it is a M-60 tank. It is an obsolete combat vehicle that saw most of military life in the Vietnam War and the 1970's. My guess is that it was taken from a museum or practice range in which it would have been used as a target. That would explain how the gang became into possession of it, though I do detect live shell's loaded in the barrel."
"That's just what I need to hear." Shinji whipped Al around and made his way back to the battle field. The tank then fired, destroying one of the Strykers. "Al anything we can do?"
"My data banks have gathered that my on-board KORSAK laser can render the tank useless if it detonates a live shell within the confines of the barrel. I calculate this would be the best way. The shell will have to be loaded into the barrel were it won't be as protected. We'll a have to be close though."
Shinji could now see the tank growing bigger and bigger. "You sure buddy."
"My sensor's were taken from the Evangelion project lab, as my CPU was made of remaining pieces of the Magi. I know I am correct. Judging by the time it takes them reload they are not a trained Tank crew. By the time we reach them the shell should be ready to fire."
Shinji had a little laugh at that answer. "Then let's do that."
Al's forward after-burners fired forcing him to do a near impossible stop right next to the tank. Under the front bumper, hidden behind the mesh grill was the KORSAK microwave heat laser. It fired the beam at the tank barrel. The beam looked like a wave of heat you see on a hot day. Invisible to the eye, yet the distortion it leaves can be seen.
The KORSAK microwave laser fires a high heat intensity beam, which can pass through metal. Thus, igniting the tank shell while still inside the tank.
Al then floored it backwards as the barrel of the tank exploded throwing the turret in the air, landing yards away. They came to a stop to watch the explosion.
"Look out Buddy. We are not done yet." Surrounding the Alpine was gang Hummers and Jeeps. Guns mounted on the vehicles began to fire at the black vehicle, as the men in the car's got out and started to fire as well.
"Shinji, my shell will protect us from these bullet's, but the vibrations from a RPG can cause internal damage. Sitting still is not a good idea.."
Shinji sighed. "What about the people? Did they get away?"
"I detect no threat that their own armed forces can not handle. In the mean time, I suggest we worry about our self's."
"Alright." Shinji floored the gas pedal again. Al sped through two Jeeps parked side by side throwing them both away, with out even getting the tiniest dent. His shell was strong. Al's protective outer coating was the same material used on the armor for the Evangelions. This allowed Al to get away unscratched. What do you expect, when a certain blond headed doctor calls this car her one achievement equal to the Evangelions.
Al sped away, faster then any other car in the world could. Faster then a Ferrari. Faster then a Mclaren. Faster then a Bugatti. Shinji and Al left the gang in the dust.
"Al, ideas on what to do next?" The boy asked the car as he looked out the rear window at the decreasingly small vehicles.
"I suggest that we loose them and then find a way into the city."
"We're trying to get to Houston, not Boston."
"I know this Shinji, but I need to gain access to the satellite in orbit and to do that I need a strong computer with an Internet connection, to get position and access codes."
"Why do we need satellites?"
"Half of my functions will not work without a satellite hook up. At the current time I do not know the way to Houston. With a satellite I can find the best route and be looking far ahead for possible danger."
"I have a map here."
"Really Shinji. I need a digital map. Besides you need nourishment and supplies for the trip."
Shinji was a little disappointed, but he had not eaten for four days. He really could go for a meal. "Alright we'll go to Boston."
Al turned around and headed for Boston.
Shadows
Tokyo-3: 3 years ago
"I want you to have this." Dr. Akagi lead a sixteen year old Shinji through the complex ruins of Nerv HQ. The geofront mainly destroyed, but the science wing of Nerv still stood strong. It was amazing that the backup power for the facility was still up and running. "Hurry. I don't have much time."
She lead the boy down a rather large corridor, connecting to a equally large hallway. The hall was long and wide allowing transport for the weapons research that went on here. She stopped at the door marked K2. Pulling out a key card she swiped through the door terminal and punched on a code in the key pad. With a whoosh sound the door opened.
The room was dark, pitch black, not allowing Shinji to see anything till Akagi turned on the lights. Once on, the lights revealed a project development room. The room was about the size of a basketball court. It was all white with a concrete floor. No windows and the only one door, which they used to enter. Computer equipment and parts to who knows what was laying on the ground. In the middle of all this sat something, covered with a brown tarp.
Walking to the tarp she signaled Shinji to follow. He did. Pulling the tarp back revealed Misato's old car.
He did not expect this. In fact he had completely forgotten about the car since Third Impact. In truth he really never thought of the car before Third Impact either.
The car looked very similar to the way it was last time he saw it. It had the same blue color and over sized tires, though it was shinier then before. The hood on the car was replaced and a raised hood that went about six inches higher then normal now stood there. The hood was still in primer paint. Infront of the hood was a small cutout surrounded by primer, indicating custom work. In the cutout was a strand of red or yellow lights. Both the primer and paint had a shine like it was just sprayed with a coat of clear paint.
"It's Misato's car."
"No Shinji. The car is now yours." Ritsuko eyed him as he gave a look of confusion. "Misato told me, if she did not come back everything of hers belongs to you. That includes this car."
Shinji was still confused. He had no way of taking care of a car in this day. He had no way to recharge the car or put new tires on it when it needed it. He did not even know how to do simple maintenance to the car.
"Before you start questioning what I am about to say, know the car goes with you whether you want it or not." She paused. Her tone changed to one sounding of guilt. "I promised Misato that I would take care of you. But recently I have not been able to even take care of myself." She clutched her chest. Holding a wound that Shinji just know realized existed. "So after thinking, this is the best way to keep you safe."
"Ritsuko? I don't understand what you are talking about."
She smiled. The same sweet smile she only gave to his father. "I have done some really bad things and this is more then likely the last time I will see you. Shinji, I don't want you to find me. Leave and find something you love and stay with it. That is why I am giving you this car."
She walked back to the door. Shinji tried to follow, but was stopped by her yelling for him not to follow.
"I have made some modifications to the car. Get used to the modifications. You will realize that it is not your normal vehicle. You don't have to worry about anything." She left him there. Not even saying good bye.
Losing people is something he has gotten used too.
Shinji stood confused. He had been confused ever since third impact. Doing as he was told he went to the car. Not finding the keys he hoped the door was unlocked. As he neared the car the door opened itself.
Shinji sat down. Distracted by what Ritsuko said he did not even realize the door itself opened.
The interior still was the same. Black with tan highlights. The tan seat's remained, but a roll-bar was installed around the cockpit. The dash board contained all sorts of screens and keyboards designed for the drivers comfort. The keys were in the ignition and a watch and phone, both black sat on the dash.
Finally coming back to reality he checked the car out. "Gizmo's on the dash board? What did she do to this car?"
Completely absorbed by the changes he jumped when a reply was sounded. "Dr. Akagi has done many things to this 'car'." The voice had a sarcastic tone to it's audio voice.
"Who said that?" Shinji was a little hesitant.
"The gizmo on the dash board."
Shinji's eyes were wide now. "Is there a radio here or something."
"I have many functions that used radio technology, however I believe you are referring to my voice box that is placed within the confides of the dashboard. My mainframe sits not to far in front of you. You can say that I am not the gizmo on the dash, but the car itself."
"So you can talk?"
"More than talk. I was created to assist you in whatever means you wish. My cpu was created from pieces that were left intact from the Casper Magi operating program. To add, I have many armaments that would allow me to insure your safety in any calculable situation."
Shinji did not know what to think. Sure it was not anything like an Eva, but it was different. It did not have the feeling of dread that came with the Eva, but rather familiarity with it once being Misato's car. Shinji actually felt calm inside the automobile. There is only one fictitious car this advanced that Shinji knew of. Shinji admitted to himself; he felt like Batman.
"So I get to keep you?"
The car's voice came in, still expressionless. "I am currently under your ownership."
"So, do you have a name?" Shinji had a lot of questions.
"Doctor Akagi assigned me one. Though I am only 98 certain of it's origins, but I have calculated that it was taken from the first two letters of the company that created this automobiles design. You can call me Al."
Boston: Present
Shinji jumped the concrete wall. Wearing a small headset that wrapped around his right ear, with a small microphone installed in it, so he and Al could communicate, he continued forward. Hiding in the comfort of black, he snuck across the small patch of land between him and the building. Sneaking around was something he was always good at. Over the past five years he used it to survive many times. Sneaking around in that doomed hell of Japan.
Yet this was different. Boston was clean. Street light eliminated the roads. Building remain intact. Neon shown through the street corner restaurants. Billboards adorn the freeways. It looked as if, Third Impact did not even occur at all.
"Al, you sure this is it?" He talked into through the small headset. It was a tall, cold concrete building, yet had an elegance to it. It was highly decorated in an older times style, with wood and brown brick, adorning the bottom most floor. Upwards it came to an unfinished rock look, used as a decoration. A large satellite dish, and small broadcasting antenna were placed adjacent to each other on the roof.
"Yes. This building is where all the major politics matters of the town are dealt with. It also is were the leaders of the city, communicate with the leaders of other cities. It was once a news broad casting station, that was converted over after Third Impact. It still monitors the weather with the use of a Doppler satellite, thus the required technology is found within. My short range detectors have located an appropriate computer within that I can use to gain access."
Shinji looked around. The building seemed to have a very good security system. But knowing Al, all Shinji had to do was look out for the guards, and the occasional overly burdened secretary. Al would disrupt the camera's recordings, and submit a falsified tape, he created with his own imaging programs.
But even though it was heavily guarded, it did not have as many guards as the city wall did. Plus he did not have to sneak Al into the building. This should be a breeze compared to 'finding' a whole in that city wall.
Walking around he found a window facing a tool shed in a small corner of the yard. Totally out of the way from view of a passing guard. Using a tool he acquired in Japan he forcefully 'unlocked' the window. Throwing away the windows former metallic latch, he crawled into a small janitors closet. Leaving it, he carefully, came into a room full of cubicles and desks.
Shinji then walked down a nearby hall way. "Shinji, I detect personnel coming your direction." Shinji hid back into the room. Leaving the door slightly open he watched as the guard past by whistling some tune unfamiliar to Shinji. After he was gone Shinji continued his journey.
"Shinji, the objective is about ten yards away from your current position. Just head strait and it will be the room on your left at the end of the hall."
"Okay. But did you say yards?" He had not used or even seen English units since early schooling, where it was learned t lower grade school levels. He had a good concept of yards in relation to meters, yet it was still very unfamiliar to him.
"Yes, upon entering America, I switched all my measurements away from the metric system. I thought it would be appropriate in this country."
By the time Shinji was about to respond he reached the door to the room. Upon inspecting it he saw an immediate problem. "Al the room on my left?"
"Yes. You are facing the door to the room right know, unless my sensors are malfunctioning."
"Then check your sensors again. The door and wall are made out of glass." The entrance door and the wall that surrounded it were pure transparent. It was a single room inside. No closet or back offices. It had a stained wood with tanned walls, and gold trim to match the door. If a guard walked by he would be immediately seen.
"My sensors I am currently using would not have picked up this. I will switch to more more appropriate sensing technology. I suggest that you hurry. I will monitor the life signs of the guards to tell you where they are."
Shinji sighed. Sensors could not detect this. What good is that car for anyway? He located the computer in the room and started the program.
"It does not look like any of these computers could do what you need."
"I do not need to access the 'one' computer. The computers in that room will be efficient enough to hack into the correct computer. Since there is no wireless network available, I have to create a direct access through one of those computers."
The light from the screen lit up the room, making him really easy to see out in the hall. Shinji slid a USB drive into computer. Al took over and began communicating to the mainframe then.
"I just need a few minutes to communicate with the satellite, then all of my functions would be operational. It won't be long." Al said through Shinji's ear piece.
So now he just waited. Instead of turning off the monitor like he should, Shinji went on to the Internet. It was amazing that it was still up and running, yet it was not surprising that the Internet being one of the few things that all countries tried to keep running. Since third impact a lot of the phone services stopped and the Internet became the main source of communication. In some big American towns that had an operational economy, local phone services may be available.
Japan took Third Impact the hardest, not having either on the whole island.
"What are you searching for Shinji?"
"None of your business." Shinji was a little agitated. "Just need to do something while I wait for you. Don't talk anymore, focus on getting done quicker, so we can leave."
"I am not running at my full limits, you know how hard that would be for me to obtain. What we are waiting for is the that computer. It is much slower than I am." Shinji let out a grunt. "I suggest that you turn off the monitor till I am done. That way you have less chance of being caught. Besides, once I am through, I will be able to connect to the Internet anywhere in this country so you can look for your friends then."
"You were looking at what I was searching for all along?"
"Yes. Even if I did not, it would have been an easy guess, since they are why we are here." It was true for Shinji. "I have wondered Shinji. Why do you search for them, when there is no evidence that they have been searching for you?"
"Never know, maybe they are. But they more than likely think I am dead."
"Ah you may be right. Like you I am also eager to find them. I really want to meet this Misato Katsuragi. Getting to know my former owner and your mother would seem to be an enjoyable experience."
"She is not my Mother."
"Yet you have referred to her many times as like a mother." Shinji rolled his eyes. He did not want to talk to a computer about these things. Not saying a thing, Shinji just continued typing. "I suggest this site." Al broke the silence.
Shinji lost all control of the computer as Al took over surfing. "I too was surfing the web Shinji." Shinji sighed and rolled his eyes again. Al could be at times difficult, and today he was being very difficult. All his thoughts were interrupted as the site appeared on the computer screen.
The site was in English and obviously for a popular serial. On the screen Shinji saw pictures of Asuka, Misato, and Rei. They were glamor shots for some magazine, it seemed. Shots of each of them separate, but most of the pictures of all three of them together.
He scanned each picture. Shinji had not seen anything so much as a picture of them since they left. Tears of happiness flowed down Shinji's face. "Good. They are okay." Shinji had a hard time holding his excitement.
He opened up a window on a single picture featuring all three of them. Misato was in the middle with a girl on both of her sides. They were joined together in a tight hug. As they were all dressed in fancy, formal dresses matching each girls hair color.
"Which one is Misato, Shinji?" Al was fascinated with Misato, ever since Shinji told him that she was his old owner. Thus came up many questions Al wanted to ask her. Questions as to why there was so much wear and tear on his suspension. Unfortunately Al was not programmed with anybody at Nerv's personal files. With the Magi destroyed he also had no way of getting those files in Japan.
"The dark haired one." Misato was still young, yet Shinji could see that she was older. Her hair was longer now and in a different style in each picture. Her figure was still there and most importantly she was still just as strikingly good looking.
"She looks a little young, yet she is your mother?"
"Adopted. Did you not believe me Al?"
"Shinji, your mother is the woman who raises you, not necessarily the one who gives birth to you. From hearing your stories of your past, I would have to say that she is your mother whether you realize it or not."
Shinji again choose to be silent, though this time smiling. His focus turned to Rei. Her skin was a darker tone, yet still really white. She has been making an attempt to tan her skin. Her hair was still blue and her figure had filled out. She was now taller. Shinji could not tell if she was or it was a camera trick, but she looked really good. She did not look sick anymore.
What really surprised Shinji is that she was smiling and seemed happy. He could not remember a single time that he saw Rei happy. She was also in pictures hugging Asuka and Misato in sisterly and best friend ways.
Then he looked at Asuka. He stared at her the longest. She had become truly beautiful. Unlike Misato and Rei, she had changed quiet a bit. She was taller, and her figure was more striking then before. Her breast were larger, enough to compete with Misato. Her hair was longer to, as her skin was more tanned. The scars around her eye and on her arm were no longer visible.
Shinji began reading the article, titled Girls of Evangelion. They were still in Texas, but the article did not give any detail on where they lived in Texas. They also apparently still lived together.
The article went on to tell how they are hero's, much of it praising the three. They had become celebrities, though being a celebrity in this day and age meant very little. The story was of their life's after Evangelion project, and how they have been adjusting to the life in America.
Reading along Shinji found out that Asuka was in recovery from surgery for half of a year, and that Rei was in recovery from some unidentified sickness for three years. Misato was with them the entire time. The article had made it seem that Asuka and Rei had gotten close and now have a very good relationship with each other. Shinji found that hard to believe. They were both legally Asuka and Rei Katsuragi now.
Misato was apparently involved with some big shot local celebrity/politician in Houston. Nothing was said if Rei was dating, but Asuka stated that she was waiting for 'someone special'.
And just as Shinji expected, the article stated that the son of Misato Katsuragi, the third child, died in the incident in Japan two years ago.
Cutting Shinji short, a loud, high pitched, alarm soundings were heard throughout the building. Lights turned on, as cages where lowered around important documents and safes. The computer that Shinji was on turned off as if the power was cut suddenly cut off.
"Al, what is going on?" Shinji looked around and found that all the windows of the room had bars to not allow anyone in, or in his case, out. Shinji ran down the hall he came from, looking for his earlier entrance.
"Apparently, while I was logging off, there was a security program in the firewall I did not anticipate."
A guard found Shinji and began chasing him down the halls, yelling profanity at the retreating Japanese boy.
"Tell me Al," Shinji started as he ran, "You are the most advanced computer intelligence, and you slip up on a single firewall?" Al's personality was so human, that he was even prone to mistakes at time. This was mainly due to his rushed programming and little time he spent development. Though he was still very trustworthy.
"This is not the time for you to be to get aggravated at me. I am only a machine."
Shinji was alerted as something flew right past him. Great now they are shooting at me. Ducking so that he would not get shot he moved to behind a desk. As the guard neared, Shinji rolled out too behind a corner, hiding himself from the guards sight. Once Shinji took cover he pulled out his own weapon, a Sig Sauer P229 pistol, it was one of the last things that Misato gave him before she left.
Shinji was almost out. In fact the only thing standing in the way of the closet that Shinji needed to get in was the guard who was stealthily searching the room.
At Nerv, during the Eva program, Shinji became quite a good shot and after third impact he learned many survival techniques. One of them is the ability to hunt. Shinji moved closer, quietly hunting his prey.
"Shinji, they have not done anything wrong, so I must protest against me ramming myself into there to get you out or you killing them. However I am waiting for you by the entrance point you chose." Al told Shinji.
The guard turned his back to Shinji. Shinji did not think, but just acted. He jumped out of hiding, making noise as he kicked a chair over. Three shots were fired. One into both of the man's legs and another into the mans shoulder. Shinji ran forward to the door, stopping to pick up the mans weapon and confirm that he was alive. The man will be okay in a few weeks of recovery.
Jumping through a window Shinji was back outside, where Al was not at.
"Al were are you?" Shinji scanned the area. Alarms were blazing and blinking lights were keeping the neighborhood awake. Among the alarms, police car sirens could be heard.
Just then the concrete wall which Shinji had to climb over before, erupted throwing debris everywhere, and the now black, former 'Katsuragi-mobile' flew through and came to a stop in front of Shinji. The drivers door opened to allow the pilot access to the cockpit.
"What happened to 'these people have done nothing wrong so I must protest against destroying anything'?" Shinji asked. He calmly holstered his weapon and got in the car. This is not the first time that Shinji and Al had been in similar situations.
"I had no choice." The door shut and Al rocketed forward. Once Shinji was situated in, he flipped Al into co-op mode, which allowed Shinji to drive while Al worked with him. Shinji would drive and Al would perfect the angle of the wheels and manipulate throttle and brake control to give Shinji the greatest velocity that could be achieved. Needless to say, Shinji, not Al, was the one in control.
Using a high heat impact laser under the front grill, another whole was created in the wall. Shinji and Al both exited unto a business district of the city.
Cop cars where coming left and right. It seamed as if all the cops in town where called to bring him in. It did not help that people would exit bars, restaurants, and any sort of business to see what was going one, and because of the small lanes, in down town Boston, Shinji and Al could not shake the cops without fear of hitting an innocent pedestrians.
"Turn here Shinji." Making a left they went down an alley. Thanks to Al, they were able to go down the alley without slamming into the walls of the buildings or the garbage bins on the sides. The cop cars did not get so lucky, but continued the chase after them.
Al and Shinji exited the alley into a square with a park. People stood one the stairs to a pub, where everybody knows your name, and watched the black car accelerate impossibly quick toward the park.
"Shinji, I have determined a route for us toward the outermost loop. Once we get there, we should be able to escape with ease." A map appeared on the windshield, just in just the right place to not get in Shinji's view. Following Al's directions, Shinji made his way to the loop.
Following Al's directions they got onto a main road, heading to their wanted location.
"Man, these police cars in America are much faster then the one's on Osaka, and Tokyo-2." Shinji looked in his mirror as he was now being chased down residential streets.
"The Japanese police cars are basically factory stock, while in America, they are modified to easily keep up with high performance automobiles. Once we get into an area, where there is no threat of pedestrians then I will be able to easily outrun them."
After about an hour of being chased in the city they finally got to the loop. Al unleashed the power within him and started to hit speeds of over 150 miles an hour in a mater of seconds. The threat of hurting others was still there so they kept there speed near that amount.
By this time a helicopter was now chasing them. The road that they were traveling on was lit up with light. The helicopter not bound by the road was easily able to keep up with them.
"Shinji, I think that by this time, sneaking out of the city as we originally planed is out of the question."
Shinji frowned. "And whose fault is that!"
"Now, now, we should not be placing blame on anybody here. It is no-ones fault."
No-ones fault. This is all your fault! Shinji was about to say something when Al continued.
"Since, they believe we have stolen something of great value and importance, I doubt they would just let us simple drive out the door. Because of this unfortunate turn of events, I have made a plan for a rather more forceful exit." A 3D diagram replaced the map on the wind shield. Shinji smirked after browsing over it. It's fun time.
Turning to avoid a police brigade they headed strait for a set main doors, that lead in and out of the city. They increased their speed to above 250 miles an hour, as the traffic began to decrease.
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it. Shinji kept saying this to himself as they got closer and closer to the door. "Now!"
With that Shinji pressed the BOOST button down. Four small rockets placed under Al in each corner fired Al in to the air. In conjunction with their velocity, they flew over the five story high metal doors.
Shinji felt the force pushing him up as they passed the city doors and descended back down. The rockets fired one more time, allowing a 'soft landing', but one that Al could handle.
People along the wall stood in aw at the escape. Even the helicopter ended it's pursuit. A jumping car was the craziest thing, to happen in this town lately.
"I detect no-one coming after us." The dash board said. "We left before they could mobilize their militia."
Shinji looked back at the city. It still took up the entire view, but was quickly getting smaller. "Al, take over for me." With that Shinji let go of the wheel and leaned back. He pulled a blanket and pillow out from a compartment in the back. "I am going to get some sleep."
"How soon will you like to get there? At top speed we will arrive at-"
"Al."
"-Houston, with in days, however the danger level is quite high."
"Al."
Al slowed down to a safe speed. "I have calculated the best route. After reviewing information about renegade groups and known hazards, as well as dangerous areas, we will arrive at our destination in four to five days. I could increase speed however we run the risk of injury and..."
"Al." Shinji was getting annoyed.
"Yes?"
Shinji smiled. "Shut up."
Note; this will not be a Eva X Knight Rider crossover. Al is just a play on KITT. So don't flame me over that. Even though Al's appearance is based after KITT, that will be about all they share. Other then they both are talking cars. After coming up with this idea, I figured the best way was to have an inhuman companion with Shinji. Thinking more, the easiest way to tell this story was for Shinji's companion to be a car.
Well first chapter is done. Tell me what you think. I had a story in mind, about Shinji searching for the girls. The story will be switching back and forth between present and flashbacks, that way you get to know more about Shinji and Al's relationship, what happened to Ritsuko, and why everybody thinks that Shinji is dead. I also have some other surprises later on to keep some evangelion related stuff in this story.
To the readers who actually read my other story, 'A Fury's Passage to Death' and like it, I will finish it. The last chapter is the longest one that I have written, but I do not know how to end the story so it is sitting, unfinished until I figure out how to kill an invincible being. I really don't want to end it like the original material did, so just email me if you have any suggestions.
And if you have not read my other story, do so and tell me what you think.
This last part is information on Misato's car/ Al. I have recently taken a liking to the oddly shaped car and here is all I could find. The full name is Renault Alpine A310 1600ve. It is a French, but a rather cool French car. Alpine was known for making really good rally cars and the a310 was not their best, but a really good one.
Most sites say that the car is an 1982 model, but that is not true. The car is an earlier model, a early to mid-seventies. The way that Evangelion is animated makes the car look bigger and bulkier, which the 82 model was. However the lines stay true to the earlier models. The most obvious distinction is the headlights that span all the way across the front of the car. The 82 model did not do that.
In the first episode of evangelion we see Misato driving the car with a right hand drive set up. But throughout the series the car will switch to left hand drive. The first one that comes to mind is in episode 4 the 'Hedgehog's Dilemma' were Misato races to the train station. She then get's out on the left side of the car. This trend continues through the series. It will also switch from making electric motor sound to petrol powered motor sounds.
In my story, Al will stay more faithful to the real car. Also, Al's 'features' will be revealed as you read along.
Another thing to note is that Misato also drives a red Ferrari Mondial twice in the series. First when she visit's his school and second in episode 26 when the scene repeats itself. Just side info, but I might do something with this car later on, but I doubt it.
And finally, one last thing. Misato's car, color and all, is featured in Gran Turismo 4. You have to race in it to get the A110. I doubt a car so close to her car would appear in the game by accident.