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Chapter 6

- 'Say, that's a nice bike' Part 2

"Three, two, one… Go!" shouted Max as they sped off onto the highway.

"You sure this is safe?" yelled Jack over the roar of the wind.

"Don't worry!" shouted back max. "The high way traffic is light after 5pm". Unfortunately this did little to ease Jack's mind. Fortunately the traffic was light, just as Max had said.

Eventually they began nearing the section of the highway that was under construction. Cranes, trucks, pipes and all manner of construction equipment were laid hazardously on the ground. This place was practically screaming, 'un-safe!'

As they passed a particularly dense area Jack started to feel something was amiss.

"Something isn't right", thought Jack as he looked up at the gathering storm clouds.

"You sure it's safe to drive in the rain?" asked Jack as he threw a quick glance behind him.

"Oh, man up you big girl!" said Max unsuccessfully trying to suppress a smile. "We'll get to the city's end before it rains".

"I'm not entirely worried about the rain", yelled Jack as he pointed at the dozen or-so bikes behind him.

"Oh…" murmured Max as he increased speed slightly.

"Get them!" roared the lead biker thrusting his pistol up in the air.

"Well, it looks like your popular", said Max as he sped up again.

"Oh no you don't!" growled Jack as he brought his bike to the same speed. "We're in this together!"

The crack of gunshots echoed along the highway. Jack risked a quick glance back at his attackers and noticed that roughly half of the bikes were being ridden by two people.

(Genocide by The offspring plays)

Jack quickly whipped out several shuriken and spun them out behind him. At least one hit the lead cyclist in the face, embedding itself diagonally in his eye socket. The man's limp corpse turned the bike into a bulldozer and shattered under the force. One, two man team drove up towards Jack and brandished their Uzis threateningly. Before Jack could deal with them Max pulled out a sawn off- pump action- shotgun and, with inhuman strength, fired it one-handed into the chest of the driver. With the driver dead the bike lurched to the left and, to the horror of the passenger, hit the ground and spun away behind them. Another attacker, a red squirrel, approached holding a shoulder-slung MP-5 and let off a short burst. Jack responded by throwing a particularly vicious looking shuriken at the biker's right thigh. The red squirrel shrieked in pain. This caused him to lose control of the bike and hit a stack of pipes sending him flying over the side of the highway, screaming all the way until he hit the street some 100 meters or so below them. Suddenly thunder boomed and rain began pouring down.

"Can this get any worse?" thought Jack as he punched another attacker off his bike. As Jack looked behind him, he knew it just had. For racing up behind him on a bike was a gray fox in an olive green combat bodysuit, a red bandana over his eyes and a compound bow with a quiver full of arrows on his back. The worst thing was that in one hand he was holding a hunting knife that would put Rambo's to shame. Jack pulled his goggles up off his eyes to improve his vision in the heavy rain and took the katana out of the sheath on his back. Jack quickly threw his sword into his left hand just in time to block a swing from the Hunter's knife.

"I told you no one gets away from me!" cried the Hunter as he swung his knife again and again at Jack.

Max pulled out one of his shotguns and took the head off the guy behind him. Then he pulled his gun over toward Jack and the fox who was attacking him, but holstered it when he realized that if he fired he would probably hit Jack as well.

Jack was just about to throw some profanity at the Hunter when he saw the end of the highway where construction had stopped for the day. Reinforcing rods stuck out of the highway's end like fingers pointing to certain doom. He had to think fast, and think fast he did.

"So you found me all by yourself did you?" said Jack in a mocking tone. The Hunter just growled and swung his knife at Jack.

"Well you forgot one thing", said Jack. "You may have caught me but I came prepared".

Jack quickly pulled a kunai from the back of his belt and with lightning fast speed jammed it into the Hunter's engine.

"Holy shit!" screamed the Hunter as he jumped off his bike moments before it caught fire and crashed into a steam roller. Jack looked behind him at Hunter who, in an amazing display of skill, gave Jack the finger as he landed from a back-flip on one of his henchmen's bikes.

The Hunter quickly pulled out a walkie-talkie and yelled harshly into it.

Suddenly and alarmingly, an Apache helicopter rose up out of the abyss at the end of the highway and let loose a barrage of tracer rounds.

Jack nimbly leapt over to Max's bike seconds before Jack's own bike was shredded in a fiery inferno from a number of tracer rounds.

"Keep going, increase your speed!" shouted Jack franticly.

"What, are you off your fucking face?" cried Max. "If we keep going, we'll crash into the fucking helicopter!"

"Just keep going, trust me!" yelled Jack.

"Trust you?" screamed Max. "I barely even know you!"

"Just do it!" roared Jack.

Max quickly jammed the throttle forward sending the bike hurtling towards its certain destruction.

The helicopter pilot saw this and brought the nose of the Apache down so that its rotor blades almost touched the road.

"Brake when I tell you to, ok?" said Jack as he unhooked a karabiner from his belt and, with a length of fishing line from a pack on the back of the bike, clipped it on to Max's belt. Jack looped the fishing line through a hole in the centre of one of the few shuriken he had left and threw it around the furthest bulldozer he could reach.

"Ready?" asked Jack.

"No." whimpered Max.

"Good." said Jack flatly. "Now!"

(Music stops)

Max jammed on the brake and the Yamaha rose onto its front wheel as Max and Jack went flying backwards past their astounded pursuers.

Who subsequently forgot to apply the brakes and drove right into the spinning blades of the Apache in an incredible ball of fire. The Apache hit the highway and, in one final explosion, became a charred, flaming wreck.

Jack and Max hit the road, hard, and rolled for a couple of meters. Jack lay there for a few moments trying to summon the willpower to sit up before falling unconscious.

Unbeknownst to the two unconscious Anthros, someone else had escaped a fiery demise.

There was a low groan from a crumpled pile lying in the scoop of a nearby bulldozer. The pile groaned again and rolled out of the scoop onto the saturated road. He moaned, stood up, groaned again and stretched his back.

There wash a harsh buzzing sound and he flipped open his mobile phone.

"What?" he said gruffly.

"That is no way to speak to me Hunter", squawked a mildly annoyed, posh British accent.

"I'll speak to Mr. Zircon's secretary however I like", spat the Hunter defiantly.

"I'm assuming you don't have him?" the secretary snarled.

"You would assume correct", growled the Hunter angrily not knowing that his prey laid only ten meters away.

"Zircon shall be disappointed", hissed the secretary, and hung up.

Hunter was about to put his phone away when his phone rang again.

"What now?" he snapped upon answering.

"Now that's no way to speak to me now is it?" responded a chilling voice that sent shivers down the fox's spine.

"A little bird told me that you've had a spot of trouble", the voice said in an almost mocking tone.

"With all due respect sir, I don't think you should be calling me", said Hunter slowly, trying not to stammer.

"And why is that?"

"It's against the rules for me to answer to another council director until the end of the cycle".

"Well you know what they say, rules were made to be broken", said the voice softly. "And those who talk about rule-breakers get broken", the voice hissed menacingly. "Understood?"

"Perfectly", whispered the Hunter.

"Good boy", said the voice in that almost mocking tone again. "Now, here's what I want you to do……


I'm sorry it's late but i've had writers block and been generally lazy. bye!