Chapter 3
"Fugitive"
The next day in the skies over Yokota AFB Japan.
Five U.S. Army attack helicopters scour the area for the runaway tachikoma.
"We have millions of dollars worth of equipment on this thing, and we can't even find a fucking tank! A tank! These helicopters where designed for finding tanks and we cant even find fucking tire tracks!" muttered one of the frustrated pilots.
"Calm down, we'll find it" reassured his gunner.
"Perhaps its hiding" radioed one of the other helicopter pilots.
"Yeah against our imaging equipment" laughed one of the pilots.
"The only way it would be able to hide from this equipment is to either burry itself, or submerge itself, but it's very unlikely it would do that, considering the fact that think tanks need air for their motors" he continued.
"So what are our orders if we find it?" asked one of the pilots.
The pilot in the lead chopped smiled and said." That's the fun part"
"Kill on site" he said with a laugh.
Deep in the slums, Newport City, Japan. (70 miles from Yokota)
An exhausted tachikoma stumbles its way towards the city, after a long night of running; its power levers are extremely low.
"Almost there" it said as it continued to stagger in the streets.
Eyes every where from hackers to regular poor civilians are fixed on the think tank as it struggled down the street.
Finally after using every last bit of energy left in its battery, the tachikoma collapses in the middle of the street, and within seconds it was swarmed by black market dealers and other shop owners trying to get a piece of, if not the whole think tank.
Suddenly a shot rang out, and the crowd scattered.
Through the crowd stepped a large man wielding an AK-47 assault riffle.
"The tank is mine! If anyone wishes to challenge me, step foreword" he said.
A man jumped out of the crowd with an Mp5.
Just as soon as the man stepped foreword he was dead on the ground.
"Anyone else?" asked the man as he lowered his rifle.
The crown began to disperse.
He put the gun over his shoulder and said.
"Guess not"
He began to look over his newly claimed prize,
"Good still in one piece" He said.
He grabbed one of its arms and began dragging it down the street.
To be continued…..
