Britz-Well what can I say, Moonbeam and posse get themselves some wheels from a familiar old friend.
Chapter Eight
Amazingly several days later headlines were beginning to change, grudgedly newspapers owners would admit to their staff that it also had something to do with the fact that the aliens weren't giving any new information and people did start to notice when you printed the same shit on the front page day after day.
The new headlines of The Utopia Times told the city to be on the look out for copycat criminals, posing as the dead Moon Beam Posse.
The empty graves were discovered and dismissed, grave robbing wasn't an uncommon practice among Satan worshippers, probably the same crims who were attacking the city now, claiming to be the legendary Posse.
Less reputable newspapers of course claimed that it was the real Moon Beam Posse back from the grave to get revenge on the city that killed them, but such trash was dismissed immediately by most, only some who had been involved in the attacks thought twice.
But that was just bloody crazy.
Chapter Nine
Moonbeam watched like a proud father as Roach, Taz and Richie splashed gasoline over the pumps and ground of the petrol station, they taped the handles down so that the pumps continued to spew and splash as they ran away.
Richie seemed happy enough, no one would get hurt in this mindless display at least, the attendant at the counter had run screaming, Moonbeam had briefly thought of doing Tyler Durden's trick from Fight Club, change the guys life dramatically. (The movie had been a passing obsession of his, fascinated by the idea behind it.)
He'd dismissed it and then toyed with the idea of shooting the guy in the kneecaps and forcing him to crawl away bleeding and weeping or be blown to bits.
Good thing the guy had ran with knees pumping up to nipple height before Dave could come to a decision.
The guys ran far from the station so the petrol fumes hanging off them wouldn't light, Rachel lit a single Molotov cocktail and threw it through the air.
It arched through the air and shatter on the concrete, the flames ate up the spilled petrol and raced towards the pumps, spewing out precious fuel, into nozzles they blew and a there was moment of frozen time.
The station blew, an deafening explosion rocked the ground on which the Posse stood, flaming pieces of it rained from the sky, one smouldering twisted piece caught on Roach's shirt, he ripped it off and watched it burn.
Sirens warbled in the distance and the posse jumped inside the van, not their bread truck, tucked safely away in the warehouse with all that they had stolen, this van was donated to the cause by a quivering, sobbing man now in a reasonably stable condition in Saint Mary's hospital.
Roach and Siggs landed in the back seat together, She traced a finger down his chest, despite his diminutive stature he was ripped, easily able to bench press his own weight, or Siggs' for that matter, "That all you got little boy?" Siggs mocked.
"How about you whip off your shirt and we'll compare?" Roach rasped, Taz grunted something that could have been a laugh; Siggs thumped him playfully in the arm.
"You kids play nice." Rachel scolded and shot Dave a dazzling smile, tomorrow was the big day, aliens amongst us, close encounter of the third kind, it was the day Moonbeam and posse would get their spaceship or die trying.
They were all excited, Moonbeam found this a little strange, he might've been crazy but he was no fool, they had been terrified when they had gone to take out Governor Clinton, one ex-inner posse member, Spit-fire, had chickened on the day, Richie would have also he was sure, if he wasn't more afraid of him than of almost certain death.
The other's had been scared but were loyal, they would follow him to hell and back, and now he supposed had and were tougher than ever, they'd joined the inner posse so they would be immortalised, now maybe they felt they truly were.
Chapter Ten
Under the huge bleachers he waited, staring at the stage through his gun's scope, a Remington 700, in the seats above talk constantly babbled, behind the bleachers an enormous crowd was gathered, probably half of Utopia was there.
The others also waited for the ship, hidden in the shadows were Roach, Siggs, and Taz, Richie and Rachel were waiting in the bread truck across the street, they could only hope the ship had a cargo hold, a big one, Moonbeam somehow knew it would, he was feeling lucky, he'd got through the cops with a sniper rifle and a cache of guns, he'd avoided their searching, maybe something more than luck was on his side.
Miles above the aliens approached, the giant force field that surrounded Utopia, keeping it and it's own in and everything else out, parted for the ship, every neck in the park craned up wards, and watched it float down, the babbling brook of conversation dissipated to an awed hush.
"The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain." Whispered Moonbeam, he barely realised he was doing it, "there is joy and also pain, but the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain."
The ship looked like an ancient battle axe, a weapon used by the knights of old when men were bold, "Pretty-plain, loony-sane." the front was the handle, it had a sharp triangular point on the front, probably the bridge. "The ways of the world all will change."
At the back swooped two scimitar wings "And all the ways remain the same, but if you're mad or only sane." cargo doors opened while the ship still flew and two fighters came out, they looked like legless cockroaches to Moonbeam "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain." The fighters flanked the Axe-ship on its way to the ground.
All three landed, Moonbeam hoisted the rifle and aimed at the stage, a door opened from the Axe-ship and creatures came out, big green lizards covered in blades, over a bakers dozen of them, they looked dangerous enough without the strange weapons they clutched, none of them looked in charge though.
Then he exited the ship, gasp and snips of conversation went through the crowd, it wasn't so much how he looked but the creature's very presence, it sent a chill through every spine in the crowd. "We walk in love but fly in chains." babbled Moonbeam and glared through the scope.
The creature that approached the stage reminded most of the ancient Greek myth of the half-man half-horse, 'only blue, and more prissy looking', thought Roach as he waited for the shot, then he saw the tail, like a scorpions it curled from it's rump ending in a wicked looking blade, 'wouldn't be much of a fist-fighter but you wouldn't wanna fuck with that tail either.' Roach mentally muttered.
Its face was without a mouth but all the same Moonbeam could see a smile on its face as it approached his view, it had eyes on stalks that glanced back and forth.
"We walk in love but fly in chains." He quietly repeated, "And the planes in Spain fall mainly in the rain."
It's voice was inside your head when it talked not in sound but no one had time to noticed, it smiled with it's eyes and started [We come in pea..] before the top of it's head blew clean off and the body crumpled.
The lizard-men flew into a rage and began blazing with their strange weapons, red light blazed out, starting with the cops around the stage, there was a moment of pure confusion for the cops, what to do? Who to fire at? Moonbeam started picking off lizards and cops alike, Roach, Siggs and Taz moved in, firing, the crowd screamed and moving as one organism ran from the bleachers, some being struck down by red light and friendly fire as they charged from the park.
It's magazine dry Moonbeam dropped his sniper rifle and reached for his Ruger MP9, a mean looking gun like an evolved MiniUzi, he kicked out the seat in front of him and blazed a way towards the stage.
A cop loomed towards him, bringing up his standard issue sidearm; he was cut down by a stream of bullets from Moonbeam's Ruger. The posse was making a pincer movement for the stage; the lizard's weapons blazed but the posse were to quick.
Roach's matching pair of MiniUzi's turned one lizard's chest into a bloody mess, Siggs fired wildly with her Steyer at two while a laser brushed past her, nearly catching her, the creature responsible went down, Taz fired his own Ruger with his right hand, his left sleeve was soaked with blood but it didn't seem to slow him down.
The fighters were taking off and the bigger ship was warming up, "The ship! Get to the ship!" Moonbeam yelled, they reacted straight away and ran for it.
The door was drawing close by the time the last of the four jumped through, more of the lizard-men tromped down the hall but they're beam weapons weren't easily used in the small space, they came at the posse in single file and were cut down by a rain of bullets.
The bridge wasn't far from the entrance to the ship, the charged for it, a couple of big, disgusting centipedes blocked the paths, Roach sluiced through one with his Uzi, Moonbeam didn't bother even wasting bullets on the other, it went down towards it's partner, maybe to help them and he ploughed over the top it, it's innards burst from it sides as he stomped down.
Dave burst into the bridge, mowing down two lizards that came at him, the Ruger ran dry, he had more ammo but instead dropped it to the floor and reached for the .45's in his waistband.
The world slowed down around Moonbeam, from a mile-a-minute to a snails pace of crawling time, was it imagined or was this part of his new deal with the devil? He didn't know, didn't care.
His three followers leapt for cover under the fire of those beam weapons, firing admirably, Moonbeam walked forwards, he raised the guns and started firing, he noticed that half the crew in the room were human, didn't matter, not yet anyway.
BOOM a lizard firing towards him bought it, BAM a guy turning around to fire flew back, his shot going wild, BOOM lizard who forgot his weapon and attacked with his blades, BAM one of those giant bugs, BOOM lizard, BAM lizard, BOOM a young man firing twin lasers.
Red light blazed around him, their heat washed over him but missed him by a singed hair.
Two humans were left when the guns dry-clicked, both of them unarmed, both at stations that looked important enough to get this baby out of here.
"Roach, the door! Taz, your .45!" Moonbeam yelled, Taz threw him the gun without question, Moonbeam caught it in one fluid movement stood grinding it's barrel into a young woman's face, "Open the cargo doors sweet heart, let my people in." The bread truck was waiting patiently outside.
The woman complied without comment, the truck gunned and drove inside, he could see Rachel, determined and tough load an M16 as Richie pulled in.
A burst of semi-automatic fire from the doorway and something wailed in pain down the hall, Moonbeam seemed not to notice, "Now close the door and get this bird off the ground."
She closed the door while she spoke "I-I can't fly the Blade Ship."
Dave felt his 'Heeere's Johnny' smile rip open his face from ear-to-ear, "Where is it flown from?" He asked.
A flash of fear went through the woman's eyes; the pre-teen guy who'd also survived whimpered something. "Over there." She pointed to one station.
"Watch them!" He called to Taz and went to the controls, the fighters outside were circling, perhaps waiting for orders, not wanting to blow up the 'Blade Ship' on their own authority it did look like an expensive piece of hardware.
The controls were simple enough looking, if you knew what to press and where to pull, the trick was knowing that and he didn't.
No one had bothered telling Moonbeam before but he was a horrendous driver, he'd never bothered to go for any driving tests or get his licence just drove when it was called for, and it had showed.
But the Blade Ship purred under his touch, "Alright gang, blast off." The ship jolted forward and smashed through the empty seats Moonbeam had hidden under. "Oops." The ship arched up towards the force field ceiling of Utopia.
Larry Witmen was the crew manager for the team that controlled the force field that faithful day, the job wasn't terribly difficult, only to manage the upkeep of the field and open it for Space Cruisers carrying cargo and/or passengers. With a touch of a button he could have closed the hole Moonbeam raced towards, probably causing him to crash into the now solid force field and kill all of the crazed gang members.
This blue-collar slob could have saved the universe a great deal of trouble; just by pushing a button he could have killed the anti-Christ.
Instead him and his crew watched as the alien ship blazed out through the artificial sky, one fighter was in to close pursuit and hit at the side of the hole, the other twisted around it through the hole, the blazing wreckage of the alien fighter plummeted down and crushed the stage below, annihilating what remained of the alien leader and his bodyguards.
In the ship Moonbeam was picking up the controls with suspicious ease but he could not shake the fighter behind them, the ship rocked with some of the more accurate laser blasts.
"Siggs take the weapons station!" He yelled.
"Which one's that?" She yelled back, an unlit cigarette dangling from her lower lip.
"That one!" said the pre-teen at his alien station, Siggs took to it, the simplicity of it was unbelievable, joysticks like from an arcade game and a screen to aim with, a ten-year old could have used it, probably better than all the rest of them if the one in question liked arcade games.
Siggs took to them instantly, Moonbeam tried to get the fighter in her sights, he pulled a sharp turn, his poor driving skills working as an advantage, such a turn would have flipped a car if it was going at speed.
A round from the laser cannons blasted the alien fighter into oblivion, Siggs cheered herself, Moonbeam grinned.
"Rachel and Richie, coming up." Roach yelled from the doorway.
Moonbeam let the ship hover above the city, from a distance the field looked like a dome of frosted glass covering the city but up close electricity and sparks danced across it.
On the surface below them was the shield generator, the generator was required to be on both the inside and outside of the force field, it was impervious to missiles and bombs, to protect from terrorist threats.
But the lasers on this ship who knew? Humans had developed lasers of course, it was one of the big breakthroughs for the field technology but they weren't effective as weapons like this ship's were.
"Look at that gang, the field generator, couple of short blasts we could send the whole city into space.
The posse looked sick, Siggs' still unlit cigarette dropped from her mouth and landed in a pool of slowly drying lizard-ichor on the ground.
Moonbeam took to the weapons controls; Siggs let him have them without question "10-9-8-7-..."
To the surprise of all Richie acted, he'd never amounted to shit in his life and he knew it, he'd started pushing because he was afraid of the guys who supplied him, he'd joined the posse because he was terrified of Moonbeam.
He went to tackle Dave from his chair, if he'd amounted to nothing else please God let him do this much for the world.
Taz, looking slightly green about the prospect but loyal pulled his other .45 and pulled the trigger twice, Richie flew and slammed to the deck, lying in a pool of blood from a dead lizard.
Moonbeam smiled like he'd know it was coming all along, he stopped counting and got off his chair, Richie had copped one in the lower back, shattering his spine and another that had tore off the side of his neck, Moonbeam flipped him over onto his back and he yelled in pain and gurgled blood.
Moonbeam had the strange habit of using a six-shooter when he killed up close and personal on hits, so he could hold it to his victim's head and they could admire the sandalwood grip before he blew them away.
He had a colt-kingcobra in his shoulder holster, he pulled it slowly as he kicked Richie's Uzi out of reach and pointed the barrel up to Richie's eye, his voice was mocking and condescending when he spoke, "Well gee Bambi, looks like you failed the test." Richie was given a couple of seconds to compute what was said before he saw Dave squeeze the trigger.
The look on what was left of Richie Cortes' face when Moonbeam pulled back was surprisingly grateful.
***To Be Continued***
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Chapter Eight
Amazingly several days later headlines were beginning to change, grudgedly newspapers owners would admit to their staff that it also had something to do with the fact that the aliens weren't giving any new information and people did start to notice when you printed the same shit on the front page day after day.
The new headlines of The Utopia Times told the city to be on the look out for copycat criminals, posing as the dead Moon Beam Posse.
The empty graves were discovered and dismissed, grave robbing wasn't an uncommon practice among Satan worshippers, probably the same crims who were attacking the city now, claiming to be the legendary Posse.
Less reputable newspapers of course claimed that it was the real Moon Beam Posse back from the grave to get revenge on the city that killed them, but such trash was dismissed immediately by most, only some who had been involved in the attacks thought twice.
But that was just bloody crazy.
Chapter Nine
Moonbeam watched like a proud father as Roach, Taz and Richie splashed gasoline over the pumps and ground of the petrol station, they taped the handles down so that the pumps continued to spew and splash as they ran away.
Richie seemed happy enough, no one would get hurt in this mindless display at least, the attendant at the counter had run screaming, Moonbeam had briefly thought of doing Tyler Durden's trick from Fight Club, change the guys life dramatically. (The movie had been a passing obsession of his, fascinated by the idea behind it.)
He'd dismissed it and then toyed with the idea of shooting the guy in the kneecaps and forcing him to crawl away bleeding and weeping or be blown to bits.
Good thing the guy had ran with knees pumping up to nipple height before Dave could come to a decision.
The guys ran far from the station so the petrol fumes hanging off them wouldn't light, Rachel lit a single Molotov cocktail and threw it through the air.
It arched through the air and shatter on the concrete, the flames ate up the spilled petrol and raced towards the pumps, spewing out precious fuel, into nozzles they blew and a there was moment of frozen time.
The station blew, an deafening explosion rocked the ground on which the Posse stood, flaming pieces of it rained from the sky, one smouldering twisted piece caught on Roach's shirt, he ripped it off and watched it burn.
Sirens warbled in the distance and the posse jumped inside the van, not their bread truck, tucked safely away in the warehouse with all that they had stolen, this van was donated to the cause by a quivering, sobbing man now in a reasonably stable condition in Saint Mary's hospital.
Roach and Siggs landed in the back seat together, She traced a finger down his chest, despite his diminutive stature he was ripped, easily able to bench press his own weight, or Siggs' for that matter, "That all you got little boy?" Siggs mocked.
"How about you whip off your shirt and we'll compare?" Roach rasped, Taz grunted something that could have been a laugh; Siggs thumped him playfully in the arm.
"You kids play nice." Rachel scolded and shot Dave a dazzling smile, tomorrow was the big day, aliens amongst us, close encounter of the third kind, it was the day Moonbeam and posse would get their spaceship or die trying.
They were all excited, Moonbeam found this a little strange, he might've been crazy but he was no fool, they had been terrified when they had gone to take out Governor Clinton, one ex-inner posse member, Spit-fire, had chickened on the day, Richie would have also he was sure, if he wasn't more afraid of him than of almost certain death.
The other's had been scared but were loyal, they would follow him to hell and back, and now he supposed had and were tougher than ever, they'd joined the inner posse so they would be immortalised, now maybe they felt they truly were.
Chapter Ten
Under the huge bleachers he waited, staring at the stage through his gun's scope, a Remington 700, in the seats above talk constantly babbled, behind the bleachers an enormous crowd was gathered, probably half of Utopia was there.
The others also waited for the ship, hidden in the shadows were Roach, Siggs, and Taz, Richie and Rachel were waiting in the bread truck across the street, they could only hope the ship had a cargo hold, a big one, Moonbeam somehow knew it would, he was feeling lucky, he'd got through the cops with a sniper rifle and a cache of guns, he'd avoided their searching, maybe something more than luck was on his side.
Miles above the aliens approached, the giant force field that surrounded Utopia, keeping it and it's own in and everything else out, parted for the ship, every neck in the park craned up wards, and watched it float down, the babbling brook of conversation dissipated to an awed hush.
"The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain." Whispered Moonbeam, he barely realised he was doing it, "there is joy and also pain, but the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain."
The ship looked like an ancient battle axe, a weapon used by the knights of old when men were bold, "Pretty-plain, loony-sane." the front was the handle, it had a sharp triangular point on the front, probably the bridge. "The ways of the world all will change."
At the back swooped two scimitar wings "And all the ways remain the same, but if you're mad or only sane." cargo doors opened while the ship still flew and two fighters came out, they looked like legless cockroaches to Moonbeam "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain." The fighters flanked the Axe-ship on its way to the ground.
All three landed, Moonbeam hoisted the rifle and aimed at the stage, a door opened from the Axe-ship and creatures came out, big green lizards covered in blades, over a bakers dozen of them, they looked dangerous enough without the strange weapons they clutched, none of them looked in charge though.
Then he exited the ship, gasp and snips of conversation went through the crowd, it wasn't so much how he looked but the creature's very presence, it sent a chill through every spine in the crowd. "We walk in love but fly in chains." babbled Moonbeam and glared through the scope.
The creature that approached the stage reminded most of the ancient Greek myth of the half-man half-horse, 'only blue, and more prissy looking', thought Roach as he waited for the shot, then he saw the tail, like a scorpions it curled from it's rump ending in a wicked looking blade, 'wouldn't be much of a fist-fighter but you wouldn't wanna fuck with that tail either.' Roach mentally muttered.
Its face was without a mouth but all the same Moonbeam could see a smile on its face as it approached his view, it had eyes on stalks that glanced back and forth.
"We walk in love but fly in chains." He quietly repeated, "And the planes in Spain fall mainly in the rain."
It's voice was inside your head when it talked not in sound but no one had time to noticed, it smiled with it's eyes and started [We come in pea..] before the top of it's head blew clean off and the body crumpled.
The lizard-men flew into a rage and began blazing with their strange weapons, red light blazed out, starting with the cops around the stage, there was a moment of pure confusion for the cops, what to do? Who to fire at? Moonbeam started picking off lizards and cops alike, Roach, Siggs and Taz moved in, firing, the crowd screamed and moving as one organism ran from the bleachers, some being struck down by red light and friendly fire as they charged from the park.
It's magazine dry Moonbeam dropped his sniper rifle and reached for his Ruger MP9, a mean looking gun like an evolved MiniUzi, he kicked out the seat in front of him and blazed a way towards the stage.
A cop loomed towards him, bringing up his standard issue sidearm; he was cut down by a stream of bullets from Moonbeam's Ruger. The posse was making a pincer movement for the stage; the lizard's weapons blazed but the posse were to quick.
Roach's matching pair of MiniUzi's turned one lizard's chest into a bloody mess, Siggs fired wildly with her Steyer at two while a laser brushed past her, nearly catching her, the creature responsible went down, Taz fired his own Ruger with his right hand, his left sleeve was soaked with blood but it didn't seem to slow him down.
The fighters were taking off and the bigger ship was warming up, "The ship! Get to the ship!" Moonbeam yelled, they reacted straight away and ran for it.
The door was drawing close by the time the last of the four jumped through, more of the lizard-men tromped down the hall but they're beam weapons weren't easily used in the small space, they came at the posse in single file and were cut down by a rain of bullets.
The bridge wasn't far from the entrance to the ship, the charged for it, a couple of big, disgusting centipedes blocked the paths, Roach sluiced through one with his Uzi, Moonbeam didn't bother even wasting bullets on the other, it went down towards it's partner, maybe to help them and he ploughed over the top it, it's innards burst from it sides as he stomped down.
Dave burst into the bridge, mowing down two lizards that came at him, the Ruger ran dry, he had more ammo but instead dropped it to the floor and reached for the .45's in his waistband.
The world slowed down around Moonbeam, from a mile-a-minute to a snails pace of crawling time, was it imagined or was this part of his new deal with the devil? He didn't know, didn't care.
His three followers leapt for cover under the fire of those beam weapons, firing admirably, Moonbeam walked forwards, he raised the guns and started firing, he noticed that half the crew in the room were human, didn't matter, not yet anyway.
BOOM a lizard firing towards him bought it, BAM a guy turning around to fire flew back, his shot going wild, BOOM lizard who forgot his weapon and attacked with his blades, BAM one of those giant bugs, BOOM lizard, BAM lizard, BOOM a young man firing twin lasers.
Red light blazed around him, their heat washed over him but missed him by a singed hair.
Two humans were left when the guns dry-clicked, both of them unarmed, both at stations that looked important enough to get this baby out of here.
"Roach, the door! Taz, your .45!" Moonbeam yelled, Taz threw him the gun without question, Moonbeam caught it in one fluid movement stood grinding it's barrel into a young woman's face, "Open the cargo doors sweet heart, let my people in." The bread truck was waiting patiently outside.
The woman complied without comment, the truck gunned and drove inside, he could see Rachel, determined and tough load an M16 as Richie pulled in.
A burst of semi-automatic fire from the doorway and something wailed in pain down the hall, Moonbeam seemed not to notice, "Now close the door and get this bird off the ground."
She closed the door while she spoke "I-I can't fly the Blade Ship."
Dave felt his 'Heeere's Johnny' smile rip open his face from ear-to-ear, "Where is it flown from?" He asked.
A flash of fear went through the woman's eyes; the pre-teen guy who'd also survived whimpered something. "Over there." She pointed to one station.
"Watch them!" He called to Taz and went to the controls, the fighters outside were circling, perhaps waiting for orders, not wanting to blow up the 'Blade Ship' on their own authority it did look like an expensive piece of hardware.
The controls were simple enough looking, if you knew what to press and where to pull, the trick was knowing that and he didn't.
No one had bothered telling Moonbeam before but he was a horrendous driver, he'd never bothered to go for any driving tests or get his licence just drove when it was called for, and it had showed.
But the Blade Ship purred under his touch, "Alright gang, blast off." The ship jolted forward and smashed through the empty seats Moonbeam had hidden under. "Oops." The ship arched up towards the force field ceiling of Utopia.
Larry Witmen was the crew manager for the team that controlled the force field that faithful day, the job wasn't terribly difficult, only to manage the upkeep of the field and open it for Space Cruisers carrying cargo and/or passengers. With a touch of a button he could have closed the hole Moonbeam raced towards, probably causing him to crash into the now solid force field and kill all of the crazed gang members.
This blue-collar slob could have saved the universe a great deal of trouble; just by pushing a button he could have killed the anti-Christ.
Instead him and his crew watched as the alien ship blazed out through the artificial sky, one fighter was in to close pursuit and hit at the side of the hole, the other twisted around it through the hole, the blazing wreckage of the alien fighter plummeted down and crushed the stage below, annihilating what remained of the alien leader and his bodyguards.
In the ship Moonbeam was picking up the controls with suspicious ease but he could not shake the fighter behind them, the ship rocked with some of the more accurate laser blasts.
"Siggs take the weapons station!" He yelled.
"Which one's that?" She yelled back, an unlit cigarette dangling from her lower lip.
"That one!" said the pre-teen at his alien station, Siggs took to it, the simplicity of it was unbelievable, joysticks like from an arcade game and a screen to aim with, a ten-year old could have used it, probably better than all the rest of them if the one in question liked arcade games.
Siggs took to them instantly, Moonbeam tried to get the fighter in her sights, he pulled a sharp turn, his poor driving skills working as an advantage, such a turn would have flipped a car if it was going at speed.
A round from the laser cannons blasted the alien fighter into oblivion, Siggs cheered herself, Moonbeam grinned.
"Rachel and Richie, coming up." Roach yelled from the doorway.
Moonbeam let the ship hover above the city, from a distance the field looked like a dome of frosted glass covering the city but up close electricity and sparks danced across it.
On the surface below them was the shield generator, the generator was required to be on both the inside and outside of the force field, it was impervious to missiles and bombs, to protect from terrorist threats.
But the lasers on this ship who knew? Humans had developed lasers of course, it was one of the big breakthroughs for the field technology but they weren't effective as weapons like this ship's were.
"Look at that gang, the field generator, couple of short blasts we could send the whole city into space.
The posse looked sick, Siggs' still unlit cigarette dropped from her mouth and landed in a pool of slowly drying lizard-ichor on the ground.
Moonbeam took to the weapons controls; Siggs let him have them without question "10-9-8-7-..."
To the surprise of all Richie acted, he'd never amounted to shit in his life and he knew it, he'd started pushing because he was afraid of the guys who supplied him, he'd joined the posse because he was terrified of Moonbeam.
He went to tackle Dave from his chair, if he'd amounted to nothing else please God let him do this much for the world.
Taz, looking slightly green about the prospect but loyal pulled his other .45 and pulled the trigger twice, Richie flew and slammed to the deck, lying in a pool of blood from a dead lizard.
Moonbeam smiled like he'd know it was coming all along, he stopped counting and got off his chair, Richie had copped one in the lower back, shattering his spine and another that had tore off the side of his neck, Moonbeam flipped him over onto his back and he yelled in pain and gurgled blood.
Moonbeam had the strange habit of using a six-shooter when he killed up close and personal on hits, so he could hold it to his victim's head and they could admire the sandalwood grip before he blew them away.
He had a colt-kingcobra in his shoulder holster, he pulled it slowly as he kicked Richie's Uzi out of reach and pointed the barrel up to Richie's eye, his voice was mocking and condescending when he spoke, "Well gee Bambi, looks like you failed the test." Richie was given a couple of seconds to compute what was said before he saw Dave squeeze the trigger.
The look on what was left of Richie Cortes' face when Moonbeam pulled back was surprisingly grateful.
***To Be Continued***
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