Pursuit Part One- Chase

Mark ran into the Turbo Garage, strapping on his Nano Saber. The mechanics were pulling electricity cables out of the Turbo Bikes, and guiding them with Antigrav sticks to the large door, which was opening with flashing lights and alarms. Mark climbed onto his bike, an old T4 model. The newer T5 was lighter and sturdier, but Mark liked the T4 anyway. He strapped himself in, checking all the gauges. All green. Mark smiled. One of the mechanics shouted, "Okay, inhibitors off in 10!" The inhibitors stopped the vehicle that they were installed on from moving above dangerous collision speed. All of the force's vehicles had them. Mark lowered his helmet visor. Important if you don't want bugs going into your eyes at turbo speed. A mechanic raised his hand "Five!" Mark gripped the control stick hard. "Four!" The sound of revving engines filled the Garage. "Three!" Mark flipped a few switches, then gripped the stick even tighter. "Three!" The mechanics backed away from the bikes. "Two!" Mark saw the mechanics finger hover over the button. "One, GO!" The Mechanic pressed the button, a light on Mark's console flashed green and Mark and the other cops shot out onto the streets of Jebotropolis.

Mark looked up seeing the blue glow of the force field above. He saw it every time he looked up. When the 1 million nukes had exploded, now known as N Day, the old capital Notch City had turned into dust. A number of close cities suffered the same fate, but most cities were out of range. However there was still the matter of the radiation that had been released, so all of the surviving cities set up force fields to keep it out. Huge gates where put into the sides of the force fields, so people could get out with minimal radiation getting in. Mark was born 8 years after N Day, making him 22. His father had died from radiation poisoning a year later, and so did his mother when he was 11. He sometimes wondered if he would die from radiation as well…

Mark snapped back into reality as the coordinates of the flyers appeared on his visor readout. He expertly guided his bike along the streets, lined with metal building. The other Turbo Bikes spread out ahead and behind him. Five minutes later, Mark spotted the V Jets above them, flying in 4… well V shapes. Command always liked their little jokes. He turned on his com set on, in time to hear "target spotted, Moving to engage." Mark looked up, and saw 6 people flying using jet packs, 4 holding onto a tarpaulin that seemed from below to have a crate in it. "Really?" Mark thought, "This is going to be easy." Then one of the escorts pulled out some sort of weapon, and fired a red laser the lead V Jet. The Jet exploded, sending shrapnel into the other Jets, while the main debris fell… straight towards Mark. "May be not," Mark muttered, swerving.

Wanted to get something out, so… here it is. Fun fact. I have this story, the next AND the one after planned out… and also I have the name for the fourth one.