The Untold Stories of Monsuno
Ch.1 The Chase
All Jimmy could think about as he ran was how much he missed the fog. Ever since he had arrived in Shortwave city two weeks ago the city had been covered by a thick fog. It had nearly gotten him killed a dozen times because cars could barely see ten feet in front of them. However when he woke up this morning the fog had lifted by a considerable amount. He had decided that it would finally be safe for him to go out and explore the city. He was wrong.
He had been walking along checking out the shops and trying not to be noticed. He had heard that Storm and Eklipse didn't have a strong presence in Shortwave city but still he couldn't be too careful. While checking inside a shop for a new jacket he noticed a black and yellow motorcycle was parked across the street from the shop.
How had he not noticed it before. He had seen motorcycles with the same paint scheme before and it always meant one thing: Storm.
He quickly paid for his jacket which was a snowy white and matched his hair perfectly. It was also insulated to keep the heat out or in depending on the weather. Then he flipped the hood up over his head and tried to leave as inconspicuously as possible. Unfortunately for him the Elite was walking by outside and nearly walked right into him as he left.
"Excuse me," Jimmy muttered trying not to make eye contact. "Of course," replied the Elite clearly distracted by something. The Elite started walking away, then he stopped and turned back to him. However Jimmy was already half way down the street.
"Wait!" shouted the Elite. "You in the white jacket, stop!" Jimmy glanced back for a second allowing the Elite to see his face. The Elite reached down for one of his cores but Jimmy had already taken off down the street. The Elite reached up and tapped his headset. "I've found him sir!" he said into his headset as he ran for his motorcycle. "I've found Jimmy Larriks!"
Jimmy managed to get about three blocks away before the first motorcycle caught up. He ran as fast as he could and cut through several back alleys but it was no use. The Storm motorcycles were just too fast for him to outrun. He cut down a side street and found himself at a chain link fence. He looked back and saw that the first Storm Elite and two others who had met up with him during the chase were barreling down the street towards him. So, he did the only thing he could do at that time and jumped the fence into the old warehouse.
He knew the fence wouldn't hold them for long but at least he would have a chance to put some distance between himself and the Elites. Jimmy cut through an empty warehouse and found himself in a large courtyard lined with warehouses and cranes. Some of the cranes still had boxes or beams hanging from them. Most of the warehouses still had boxes, crates, and other items inside. The place clearly wasn't abandoned but there weren't any workers: very odd since it was a Thursday afternoon.
The sound of people running came from nearby. As Jimmy turned he found himself cornered by the Elites, he knew immediately that he couldn't run anymore. Without the fog there was no way he could lose the Storm forces. He would have to make his stand here. 'At least there aren't any civilians around,' thought Jimmy. 'This way no one will be caught in the cross fire.'
"Stop right there Mr. Larriks," said one of the Elites. "Alright you caught me," smirked Jimmy. "But the question is can you keep me." Jimmy pulled out his core and got ready for the upcoming fight.
The middle elite who was clearly the leader let out a small amused laugh. Then he removed his motorcycle helmet. "You," gasped Jimmy. "No, it can't be you. It just can't."
"That's right Jimmy it's me Rick," he said. "So how have you been little brother?"