The sound of fast pounding footsteps echoed in the seemingly
empty warehouse. Then there was a skidding stop; followed by Gene
Starwind shouting, "What have you found Jim?"
"One minute!" Jim Hawking shouted back, furiously typing on
his laptop, and hiding in a bunch of crates. Then a screen shot up to
revel a map of the human body with parts flashing from normal to
metallic. He's been upgraded to a 21A, and is wearing body armor. His
weak points are the inside of his elbows and the back of his neck."
Jim answered.
"Great!" Gene replied with his voice dripping with sarcasm. A
loud thud hit the ground directly behind Gene. Gene quickly spun
around and ducked. A blade missed him by millimeters. Both opponents
jumped back eyeing each other warily.
Ron MacDougle was not the man he had been eight years ago at
the Lay-Line. He now owned a scar across his right eye given to him
from Gene. Grey now streaked his hair, ass he now began to show age.
The most striking difference thou was the number of cybernetic
implants he now had.
Ron had lost a total of three limbs fighting Gene after the
Lay-Line. Each one was replaced with a practical yet highly
sophisticated prosthetics, but none of them proved effective agents
Gene. So he spent the past five years planning revenge. Now he would
not fail, because he learned that there was more than one way to skin
a cat, or Gene Starwind.
"Boy, am I surprised to see you." Gene said to stall. "I
thought you didn't survive the last time I kicked your ass."
Ron grinned, and replied, "I didn't think I was going to
survive either. But I'm much wiser now, and I won't lose this time.
The opponents circled each other, Gene ready with his knife
and Ron with his bladed arm. "For you see," Ron continued. "I've done
my homework, and I know every thing there is to know about you."
Gene gritted his teeth knowing something was up, and worse
that he could not make the first move.
Ron took two confident steps forward, and Gene took two timid
steps back. "I know you are only half a man, and with out your
partner you're nothing." Ron told Gene with a smirk.
*_*_*
Jim desperately typed on his computer trying to find any more
weaknesses of Ron's, and had no idea that someone slowly crept behind
him. Then Jim's whole body went ridged, as he felt the presence
behind him. Before Jim could act a closed fist descended on his head
knocking him out cold.
*_*_*
The chitchat between the archenemies had ended, and they now
warily stared each other down waiting for someone to make a move.
Then a beep sounded thrice, and Ron charged at Gene. Catching
him off guard Ron drilled Gene into a large crate, jumped back,
retracted his blade into his arm, and darted out of the warehouse.
Dazed Gene shook his head and turned on the intercom on his
ear, and called, "Jim." There was no reply. "Jim." He repeated, still
no answer. "Jim!" Gene's voice only echoed in the warehouse.
empty warehouse. Then there was a skidding stop; followed by Gene
Starwind shouting, "What have you found Jim?"
"One minute!" Jim Hawking shouted back, furiously typing on
his laptop, and hiding in a bunch of crates. Then a screen shot up to
revel a map of the human body with parts flashing from normal to
metallic. He's been upgraded to a 21A, and is wearing body armor. His
weak points are the inside of his elbows and the back of his neck."
Jim answered.
"Great!" Gene replied with his voice dripping with sarcasm. A
loud thud hit the ground directly behind Gene. Gene quickly spun
around and ducked. A blade missed him by millimeters. Both opponents
jumped back eyeing each other warily.
Ron MacDougle was not the man he had been eight years ago at
the Lay-Line. He now owned a scar across his right eye given to him
from Gene. Grey now streaked his hair, ass he now began to show age.
The most striking difference thou was the number of cybernetic
implants he now had.
Ron had lost a total of three limbs fighting Gene after the
Lay-Line. Each one was replaced with a practical yet highly
sophisticated prosthetics, but none of them proved effective agents
Gene. So he spent the past five years planning revenge. Now he would
not fail, because he learned that there was more than one way to skin
a cat, or Gene Starwind.
"Boy, am I surprised to see you." Gene said to stall. "I
thought you didn't survive the last time I kicked your ass."
Ron grinned, and replied, "I didn't think I was going to
survive either. But I'm much wiser now, and I won't lose this time.
The opponents circled each other, Gene ready with his knife
and Ron with his bladed arm. "For you see," Ron continued. "I've done
my homework, and I know every thing there is to know about you."
Gene gritted his teeth knowing something was up, and worse
that he could not make the first move.
Ron took two confident steps forward, and Gene took two timid
steps back. "I know you are only half a man, and with out your
partner you're nothing." Ron told Gene with a smirk.
*_*_*
Jim desperately typed on his computer trying to find any more
weaknesses of Ron's, and had no idea that someone slowly crept behind
him. Then Jim's whole body went ridged, as he felt the presence
behind him. Before Jim could act a closed fist descended on his head
knocking him out cold.
*_*_*
The chitchat between the archenemies had ended, and they now
warily stared each other down waiting for someone to make a move.
Then a beep sounded thrice, and Ron charged at Gene. Catching
him off guard Ron drilled Gene into a large crate, jumped back,
retracted his blade into his arm, and darted out of the warehouse.
Dazed Gene shook his head and turned on the intercom on his
ear, and called, "Jim." There was no reply. "Jim." He repeated, still
no answer. "Jim!" Gene's voice only echoed in the warehouse.