Chapter Two (Unfinished)
Jack Manta was on a desperate mission.
As he raced from his house he was vaguely aware of his mother yelling. The words were an unregistered blur in his mind. And why not, after all, when such more important things hung in the balance?
He saw his girlfriend, Halley Kummit, sitting patiently on her speeder at the end of his driveway, ready to gun it. Her calm demeanor masked an inner urgency, however; one that mirrored his own. He leaped into the seat behind her and they careened down the street, fueled by an adrenaline rush the likes of which they had both never known.
“You’re late,” she hollered over her shoulder and the rushing wind. The words popped into Jack’s ears several seconds after she had finished speaking, distorted by her face being pulled from her bones.
“Sorry,” he yelled. “I had to take out the trash. You know how my mom is. Doesn’t know I exist, then, when something important comes up –”
“Never mind, we’ve made up the lost time,” said Halley. “We can actually go the speed limit now.” She eased up on the gas, and a police car suddenly overshot them. She laughed as she turned onto a side street. “No time to explain,” she called after it. “We’re on an incredibly important mission.”
They certainly weren’t used to being lawbreakers, but these were, after all, extenuating circumstances.
With perfect timing, Halley yanked the key from the ignition, and the speeder idled all the way down the street, finally coming to stop in front of a building labeled “Borders.”
She glanced at her watch. “Right on time,” she announced proudly. “Let’s go.”
They walked in and immediately rushed to the desk where Aaron LaBarr’s
[gap]
He walked past a limousine. The driver of it suddenly perked up. He rifled in his wallet for a small photograph, and held it up to the windshield, comparing it to the man he saw.
“That’s him,” he confirmed to his passengers, and started the car.
Next: Chapter Three (Unfinished)
As he raced from his house he was vaguely aware of his mother yelling. The words were an unregistered blur in his mind. And why not, after all, when such more important things hung in the balance?
He saw his girlfriend, Halley Kummit, sitting patiently on her speeder at the end of his driveway, ready to gun it. Her calm demeanor masked an inner urgency, however; one that mirrored his own. He leaped into the seat behind her and they careened down the street, fueled by an adrenaline rush the likes of which they had both never known.
“You’re late,” she hollered over her shoulder and the rushing wind. The words popped into Jack’s ears several seconds after she had finished speaking, distorted by her face being pulled from her bones.
“Sorry,” he yelled. “I had to take out the trash. You know how my mom is. Doesn’t know I exist, then, when something important comes up –”
“Never mind, we’ve made up the lost time,” said Halley. “We can actually go the speed limit now.” She eased up on the gas, and a police car suddenly overshot them. She laughed as she turned onto a side street. “No time to explain,” she called after it. “We’re on an incredibly important mission.”
They certainly weren’t used to being lawbreakers, but these were, after all, extenuating circumstances.
With perfect timing, Halley yanked the key from the ignition, and the speeder idled all the way down the street, finally coming to stop in front of a building labeled “Borders.”
She glanced at her watch. “Right on time,” she announced proudly. “Let’s go.”
They walked in and immediately rushed to the desk where Aaron LaBarr’s
[gap]
He walked past a limousine. The driver of it suddenly perked up. He rifled in his wallet for a small photograph, and held it up to the windshield, comparing it to the man he saw.
“That’s him,” he confirmed to his passengers, and started the car.
Next: Chapter Three (Unfinished)
