Chapter 7: Picking up the Pieces
"Nick? Nick!"
"What is it?" Nick groaned rolling over in his bed tossing a pillow at the man in the doorway.
"Were gonna head back to the old Rocket base and look for more info on other bases," Gary replied tossing the pillow back.
"Fine but where is Brian, is he coming too?" Nick asked heavily, sitting up.
"Yeah they're getting him up right now," Gary sighed after rolling his eyes.
"That kid is gonna get us in so much trouble," Nick complained setting the pillow back at the head of the bed.
With a shrug, Gary backed out of the room, "It's the Scizor in him," he laughed closing the door.
"You ready?" Brian asked looking between his two friends.
"Yeah," Gary and Nick replied in unison.
"Well see you at the base," Brian waved racing off through the woods.
Nick stood dumbfounded, "isn't he gonna wait for us to run with him?"
"Nah we have motorcycles to ride. Anyway we're too slow for him, speed is his advantage," Gary waved off Nick's statement.
Mounds of smoldering rubble lay in disarray. Slow puffs of smoke escaped from pockets under the rubble. "Think anyone survived?" Gary asked.
"No," Nick answered picking up a small piece of steel, "ah!" he yelled dropping it a small puddle.
Steam hissed from the hot steel as it lay in the water. "How the hell are we gonna find any thing worth our time here?" Gary asked disgusted.
"There!" Nick yelled in joy pointing at a small safe perched upon a pile of rubble between two cracked and crumbled walls.
"We'd better hurry. I hear vehicles coming," Brian ordered, waving towards the safe.
The top of a semi rolled over a far hill. A large red R adoring the cab. "How the hell are we gonna get this back?!" Gary asked in dismay.
"We don't have to get it back just get the stuff out of it!" Nick growled charging at the safe.
The ground rumbled and concert and steel broke and jumped as Nick reached the safe. "Damn!" Gary yelled as two Rocket motorcycles jumped over the crest of the hill the base had once stood on.
The tire squealed as the Rockets braked hard and gunned their bikes in Nick's direction. "Stop that kid!!!" one of the Rockets screamed over the roar of their cycles.
Brian and Gary stood horrified as the cycles kicked up chunks of rubble on their path towards Nick. Quickly, the Rocket who had spoken pulled a pistol from its holster on his belt and aimed at the back of Nick's head. His aim was set when his bike wobbled as the ground shook, "Damn," he hissed steadying his cycle, taking aim again.
By the time the Rocket had his pistol aimed they were less than twenty feet from Nick and closing. A single bullet rocketed from the pistol as Nick lowered to ram through the safe. The bullet sailed past Nick blasting a hole into the already damaged wall. As Nick's shoulder made contact with the safe it rocked over, the top popping off. The Rocket fired another shot as Nick slowed down. A flash of yellow light sped past the Rocket's head striking the bullet vaporizing it in midair. "Are you gonna shoot!?!" the first Rocket yelled back to his teammate.
No answer. A look over his shoulder produced the location of two other people standing around the site. Snapping his head back to the task at hand the Rocket spied his teammate dead, his motorcycle still running. Cursing under his breath, the Rocket revved the engine and glanced up towards Nick. Fatal mistake. Nick charged hard and delivered a crushing blow to the Rocket's cheek twisting his head 180 degrees. As the bike jostled around on the rubble the lifeless body slipped off slamming the bike hard against the chunks of concrete. "You owe me one Nick!" Gary laughed.
"Yeah sure," Nick chuckled, "We got you a bike Brian," he added pointing to the second Rocket's bike.
"Yeah and I have an idea what we could use the other one for," Brian added, "Nick bring both those bikes to me."
The first Rocket's bike rocketed off along the path with out a rider. "You sure it'll stay straight?" Nick asked over his shoulder watching the bike.
"Yup," Brian nodded.
The Rocket semi finally appeared on the hill. "Think that the bike can really take it out?" Nick asked skeptically.
"Not by itself. Hand me one of the pistols," Brian ordered holding out his hand.
Gary slapped one of the sidearms onto Brian's hand. Quickly Brian wrapped his fingers around the grip and aimed at the bike.
"How is shooting the bike gonna help it explode?" Nick continued his questions.
The bike was almost to the semi and the drive wrenched the steering wheel the side. A crack sounded as the gun jerked in Brian's hand. The bike went up in flames slamming into the side of the semi's cab. "Flames meet gas tank," Brian smirked as the side of the cab bulged out.
"Lets get this info back to the cave," Gary requested lifting up his bike by the handlebars.
The other two silently agreed by lifting their bikes.
To be continued…
"Nick? Nick!"
"What is it?" Nick groaned rolling over in his bed tossing a pillow at the man in the doorway.
"Were gonna head back to the old Rocket base and look for more info on other bases," Gary replied tossing the pillow back.
"Fine but where is Brian, is he coming too?" Nick asked heavily, sitting up.
"Yeah they're getting him up right now," Gary sighed after rolling his eyes.
"That kid is gonna get us in so much trouble," Nick complained setting the pillow back at the head of the bed.
With a shrug, Gary backed out of the room, "It's the Scizor in him," he laughed closing the door.
"You ready?" Brian asked looking between his two friends.
"Yeah," Gary and Nick replied in unison.
"Well see you at the base," Brian waved racing off through the woods.
Nick stood dumbfounded, "isn't he gonna wait for us to run with him?"
"Nah we have motorcycles to ride. Anyway we're too slow for him, speed is his advantage," Gary waved off Nick's statement.
Mounds of smoldering rubble lay in disarray. Slow puffs of smoke escaped from pockets under the rubble. "Think anyone survived?" Gary asked.
"No," Nick answered picking up a small piece of steel, "ah!" he yelled dropping it a small puddle.
Steam hissed from the hot steel as it lay in the water. "How the hell are we gonna find any thing worth our time here?" Gary asked disgusted.
"There!" Nick yelled in joy pointing at a small safe perched upon a pile of rubble between two cracked and crumbled walls.
"We'd better hurry. I hear vehicles coming," Brian ordered, waving towards the safe.
The top of a semi rolled over a far hill. A large red R adoring the cab. "How the hell are we gonna get this back?!" Gary asked in dismay.
"We don't have to get it back just get the stuff out of it!" Nick growled charging at the safe.
The ground rumbled and concert and steel broke and jumped as Nick reached the safe. "Damn!" Gary yelled as two Rocket motorcycles jumped over the crest of the hill the base had once stood on.
The tire squealed as the Rockets braked hard and gunned their bikes in Nick's direction. "Stop that kid!!!" one of the Rockets screamed over the roar of their cycles.
Brian and Gary stood horrified as the cycles kicked up chunks of rubble on their path towards Nick. Quickly, the Rocket who had spoken pulled a pistol from its holster on his belt and aimed at the back of Nick's head. His aim was set when his bike wobbled as the ground shook, "Damn," he hissed steadying his cycle, taking aim again.
By the time the Rocket had his pistol aimed they were less than twenty feet from Nick and closing. A single bullet rocketed from the pistol as Nick lowered to ram through the safe. The bullet sailed past Nick blasting a hole into the already damaged wall. As Nick's shoulder made contact with the safe it rocked over, the top popping off. The Rocket fired another shot as Nick slowed down. A flash of yellow light sped past the Rocket's head striking the bullet vaporizing it in midair. "Are you gonna shoot!?!" the first Rocket yelled back to his teammate.
No answer. A look over his shoulder produced the location of two other people standing around the site. Snapping his head back to the task at hand the Rocket spied his teammate dead, his motorcycle still running. Cursing under his breath, the Rocket revved the engine and glanced up towards Nick. Fatal mistake. Nick charged hard and delivered a crushing blow to the Rocket's cheek twisting his head 180 degrees. As the bike jostled around on the rubble the lifeless body slipped off slamming the bike hard against the chunks of concrete. "You owe me one Nick!" Gary laughed.
"Yeah sure," Nick chuckled, "We got you a bike Brian," he added pointing to the second Rocket's bike.
"Yeah and I have an idea what we could use the other one for," Brian added, "Nick bring both those bikes to me."
The first Rocket's bike rocketed off along the path with out a rider. "You sure it'll stay straight?" Nick asked over his shoulder watching the bike.
"Yup," Brian nodded.
The Rocket semi finally appeared on the hill. "Think that the bike can really take it out?" Nick asked skeptically.
"Not by itself. Hand me one of the pistols," Brian ordered holding out his hand.
Gary slapped one of the sidearms onto Brian's hand. Quickly Brian wrapped his fingers around the grip and aimed at the bike.
"How is shooting the bike gonna help it explode?" Nick continued his questions.
The bike was almost to the semi and the drive wrenched the steering wheel the side. A crack sounded as the gun jerked in Brian's hand. The bike went up in flames slamming into the side of the semi's cab. "Flames meet gas tank," Brian smirked as the side of the cab bulged out.
"Lets get this info back to the cave," Gary requested lifting up his bike by the handlebars.
The other two silently agreed by lifting their bikes.
To be continued…