Boss 302 - Chapter 2

“Not this time, assholes,” Gerry spat as he reached under the ZM Microwave Radio and flipped the switch for his newest and most expensive toys: two stealth-mounted, .70-cal uranium-piercing photon guns with A.I. zero-point accuracy sensors he had picked up at the Titan Moon Base Echo artillary station. His pretty babies materialized above the Stang’s front fenders and hummed to life. Gerry smiled and tilted down his visor to block the glare of the impending assault. He knew the Thorlacks didn’t care about casualties and that they would not return much fire. They, and their supreme commander Admiral Latrec, wanted his car more than anything, even if it cost them a thousand lives. They would use every means at their disposal to trap him and the 302 unscathed. The son-of-a-bitches had assault teams on every rock in the galaxy, apparently. He had yet to jump to a place where they didn’t seem ready for him. Was it possible that they somehow knew where his future tunnel jumps would lead? That meant that they were close to developing their own gate-mapping apparatus. The key component, the ion detector that could sniff out less than .01 nanons of flux existing in a future gate location, was still out of their reach under his hood. It was going to stay there, if he had anything to say about it. Gerry keyed in the code for takedown confirmation. This trained the guns to completely immobilize each targeted Thorlack grunt before moving on to another. Gerry quickly estimated that about twenty soldiers sat behind blast shields on either side of the road. He slowed the Mustang down to 50 KPH.

He pressed a button on his center console that kicked his MP7 player on. His favorite band, Fire Appointment, blared from the dashboard. “Surprise sweethearts!” he yelled above screaming guitars. If Thorlacks had eyes and mouths in the usual places, he would have seen several dropped jaws and horrified orbs looking back at him when his wonder twins began to spray. Crimson beams of light tore through Thorlack nerve centers in flawless pairs. Panicked soldiers dove and rolled for cover, but there was no place to hide from his murder machines. He brought the car to a full stop a second after the first four Thorlacks were cut down. I’m going to send a message to Admiral Latrec with this one, he thought. I’ll kill them all. Gerry crossed his arms and watched the guns do their work. They pivoted 270 degrees horizontal and vertical, dropping jelly-heads with one or two shots each. The guns even made a couple of bank shots, bouncing deadly beams off of the blast shields at precise angles. It was a bloody, beautiful sight. Just then, a Thorlack sergeant aimed a charge killer at him from a secure position twenty yards to his left. If he didn’t make a quick maneuver, an engine-melting electric pulse would put his car on the ground for good.