Disclaimer: Don't own Automan—wish I did. Please don't sue. Besides ya' wouldn't get anything outta me right now, anyway. All of the disclaimer see Chapter 1.
A/N: Sorry for such an incredibly short chapter. Next one will be longer. Promise. Okay, on with the story...
Ch. 8--Switching Targets
Walter had been intently watching Automan as he easily avoided the last two bullets. He saw Auto command Cursor to get help. 'Hurry, Cursor. I'm not sure how much longer either Auto or I can last,' added Wally silently. Whoever was shooting at them had excellent aim. It was only because of Auto's above average reflexes neither had been injured a second time. Wally knew their luck couldn't last forever. Eventually, Automan's energy would run down as would his reaction time.
When Wally saw Cursor take off with Auto's instructions, the gunman had resumed shooting--at Cursor this time. Cursor was easily able to avoid the bullets. Wally looked back to Automan to find Auto gazing back at him worriedly. 'This can't be good,' thought Wally. He saw Auto subtly adjust his position before suddenly yelling, "Walter, move!"
Wally didn't even bother to ask Auto why. Since he was already up against the wall, he moved forward a few inches. A bullet went through the window and his previous position. 'Close,' thought Wally. 'Great, he's found my position. How am I going to avoid getting shot again? If it hadn't been for Auto's warning, I would have been hit.' He didn't have much time to contemplate an answer before Automan yelled at him again, "Walter, move back!"
Wally complied after a second stumbling backwards from sudden dizziness before catching his balance. A bullet whizzed past him by an inch. 'Whoa, dizzy. The shots are getting closer. This is not good,' thought Wally worriedly. He glanced at his injured shoulder in dismay. The stain was getting larger every minute despite the constant pressure he was applying making his dark gray business suit jacket appear wet from the blood. He could also feel himself getting dizzy every time he moved. He looked to Automan knowing the sniper wouldn't give up until he was dead. He heard Auto instruct him, "Walter, move forward and a couple of inches to your right!"
It took Wally a couple of seconds to understand the warning. Seconds that nearly cost him his life. Right after he moved, he literally felt the small breeze and heard the bullet as it whistled just past his left side missing him by only half an inch. 'That was way too close. It's getting harder to concentrate on Auto's warnings. How am I ever going to avoid the next shot?' worried Wally as he tried desperately to prepare for the next shot he knew would be coming.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffy. (OK, so maybe not so sorry. I know this will keep my two faithful readers and reviewees eager for more. sly smile )