Free will sucks.
I wish that someone did control my life, guide me through the places I needed to be when I needed to be there. Then I wouldn't have this debt, wouldn't have to run all the time.
Damn, he's gaining.
The debt collector was right behind the Red Tail, trying to get a lock on her. I send her into a dive, rolling under a bridge and curving up again, hoping he'd nail one of the support pylons.
No such luck.
It was getting annoying. I was running low on fuel and he was hanging on my tail like cellulose on thighs. I had to shake him, make him crash, something, and soon.
I look down at the rocket launcher on the arms of my little ship. I had one rocket left, but I couldn't fire backwards. Nor did I want to hurt someone, even a debt collector.
Well, almost didn't. I wanted to put a good foot in his ass.
I climbed, trying to loose him in the sun glare, then nosed over into a power dive, screaming towards the planet at twice the rated speed that my craft should have been able to hit.
It worked. For a moment he lost sight of me, and I sped towards a rock outcropping and targeted the spire with the rocket.
When the dust cleared, it looked as though I had plowed into the side of the mountain and detonated. And the fact that whoever was in the interceptor bought it showed that he was a rookie as far as skip tracing went. That was one of the oldest tricks on the list.
After an hour, I eased out of the small crevice I had crept into and began to head towards the nearby town leisurely. I had some breathing room now, time to hope that I would hit it big at the casino.
It was about that time that bullets peppered the rear of the Red Tail.
I look behind me and see that he wasn't fooled by my trick.
Damn.
It would figure I'd have Boba Fett on my ass.
Boba Fett?
Where'd that name come from?
I had flashes like that, memories that didn't quite make sense. But for the most part, they didn't come, dark scenes I couldn't pry into the light.
So there we were, back at square one with me trying to get away and him trying to blow me out of the sky.
About average for a Monday, actually.
"Damned parasite, go away!" I said as I cranked the controls over and tried to get behind him to fire back. My ship was more maneuverable, his a bit faster, but we were equal in armaments. So it was a slugging match.
I hate slugging matches.
To make a long story short, I more or less had to crash the Red Tail into a river and swim five miles downstream to a town where I wound up working a casino, getting chased, getting caught, forced to work at a casino as part of a covert trade off,and having a run-in with some tall green-haired lunkhead that caused my blood pressure to shoot through the roof.
Why can't I have a simple life with easy pickings and deep pockets?
Crap, I'm out of fuel. I wonder if anyone is close enough to pick up my transmissions.