THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Nine: The best murder money can buy
"You weren't meant to leave any witnesses!"
"So what do we do now?"
"GET 'EM!"
"Way ahead of ya..."
Chak dragged Bob inside and shut the door. They ducked next to Slig's corpse, who's gaping headwound was irretrievably soaking the carpet, as a rapid sucession of laser bolts pierced the wall and chewed up much of the furniture. Near to panic, and still in pain from that beating, Bob just stayed still on the floor, hoping the problem might just go away. But Chak had other plans.
"We have to get out of here!" Chak shouted, dragging Bob's aching body to the rear window and smahing it with her elbow. She chucked Bob out first, and then herself. The fall probably broke a few more bones in Bob's body, but so many were broken already that all the fall inevitably did was wake him up.
"Who are these guys!?" asked Bob in trepidation, as he limped with Chak away from the bar.
"Those are Tek's guys," explained Chak, "he must've taken out a contract on Slig."
"That crimelord guy you told me about?" exclaimed Bob, "why would he take out a contract on a scrap dealer?"
"There!" the voice came from the window behind them, shortly before more laser bolts took out a few chunks of mortar from the corner they turned, "see where they're going? Try to cut them off..."
Bob and Chak ran through the deserted streets, with no idea where they're going to go, but getting AWAY from the last situation seemed a good idea.
"Those are Tek's best hitmen, a bit of overkill for a scrap merchant who was practically on his payroll, don't you think?" Chak mentioned to Bob.
"Why are you asking me!?" Bob protested, "you don't think I have anything to do with this did you?"
"Slig was YOUR owner," Chak accused, "and only since today 'n all. If it's not something to do with the scrap you landed with it MIGHT be to do with..."
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" yelled a hitman, now impossibly standing in front of him. Bob looked around and saw that the other three hitmen had blocked off all four exits. They were trapped.
The lead hitman raised his gun, the others following suit, as if preparing for an execution. There seemed no way out of this one. But suddenly a streaming light filled the square, and the noise of weapons priming came from above Bob's head. Then all hell broke loose...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Nine: The best murder money can buy
"You weren't meant to leave any witnesses!"
"So what do we do now?"
"GET 'EM!"
"Way ahead of ya..."
Chak dragged Bob inside and shut the door. They ducked next to Slig's corpse, who's gaping headwound was irretrievably soaking the carpet, as a rapid sucession of laser bolts pierced the wall and chewed up much of the furniture. Near to panic, and still in pain from that beating, Bob just stayed still on the floor, hoping the problem might just go away. But Chak had other plans.
"We have to get out of here!" Chak shouted, dragging Bob's aching body to the rear window and smahing it with her elbow. She chucked Bob out first, and then herself. The fall probably broke a few more bones in Bob's body, but so many were broken already that all the fall inevitably did was wake him up.
"Who are these guys!?" asked Bob in trepidation, as he limped with Chak away from the bar.
"Those are Tek's guys," explained Chak, "he must've taken out a contract on Slig."
"That crimelord guy you told me about?" exclaimed Bob, "why would he take out a contract on a scrap dealer?"
"There!" the voice came from the window behind them, shortly before more laser bolts took out a few chunks of mortar from the corner they turned, "see where they're going? Try to cut them off..."
Bob and Chak ran through the deserted streets, with no idea where they're going to go, but getting AWAY from the last situation seemed a good idea.
"Those are Tek's best hitmen, a bit of overkill for a scrap merchant who was practically on his payroll, don't you think?" Chak mentioned to Bob.
"Why are you asking me!?" Bob protested, "you don't think I have anything to do with this did you?"
"Slig was YOUR owner," Chak accused, "and only since today 'n all. If it's not something to do with the scrap you landed with it MIGHT be to do with..."
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" yelled a hitman, now impossibly standing in front of him. Bob looked around and saw that the other three hitmen had blocked off all four exits. They were trapped.
The lead hitman raised his gun, the others following suit, as if preparing for an execution. There seemed no way out of this one. But suddenly a streaming light filled the square, and the noise of weapons priming came from above Bob's head. Then all hell broke loose...
TO BE CONTINUED...