Crash and Burn, We're Young and Loaded
Prologue
Shit!"
Cursing, Angel Fake threw herself to the ground behind her car. The air around her was lit up by laser blasts. Breathing heavily, she leaned back against the front wing and looked beside her at her brother.
"Count how many?"
"A whole fuckin' lot sis, but I ghosted about three already."
"You go Noise." She clapped him on the shoulder and kept firing at the BLI Draculoids currently attacking them.
"Hey Angel?"
She glanced over at her older brother. "Yeah bro?"
"We could probably do with backup."
"Hate to say it Diablo Noise but you're right." She grasped at her belt for their radio communicator and found air. Looking up, she saw it lying out in the open about ten feet away.
"Fuck, I'm never gonna reach that! What do we do Noise?" she asked in despair. They were pinned down behind their car by a BLI patrol. Unless another group of Killjoys showed up they were dead. Noise looked at her grimly.
"You are gonna sit right there sis, and you are gonna cover me," he said, and ran out from behind the car.
"NOISE YOU FUCKIN-" Angel swallowed the insults and fired at the Dracs with renewed ferocity. Noise made it to the tiny radio, scooping it up before running full speed back to the shelter of the car. Three or four steps away from safety, his body was hit by three laser blasts, and he collapsed onto the sand.
"NO!" Heedless of her own safety, Angel tossed aside her gun, reaching out to drag her brother's broken body to shelter. Sobbing, she hauled him behind the car, laying his head on her lap.
"Oh god Noise, if I'd never dropped that stupid thing," she whispered, pulling the radio from his hand as he hacked up blood.
"SOS I repeat this is an SOS to all listening Killjoys come in this is an SOS from Angel Fake and Diablo Noise in Zone 6, we require urgent back up BLI have us pinned down thirteen klicks from the Zone 7 border on Route Guano and we have a Killjoy down I repeat urgent back up needed thirteen kilometres from Zone 7 with a Killjoy down! Hold on Noise!! SOS this is a urgent request for backup on Route Guano PLEASE!! Oh god Noise don't die I need you! Killjoys come in. . . . . .
Cursing, Angel Fake threw herself to the ground behind her car. The air around her was lit up by laser blasts. Breathing heavily, she leaned back against the front wing and looked beside her at her brother.
"Count how many?"
"A whole fuckin' lot sis, but I ghosted about three already."
"You go Noise." She clapped him on the shoulder and kept firing at the BLI Draculoids currently attacking them.
"Hey Angel?"
She glanced over at her older brother. "Yeah bro?"
"We could probably do with backup."
"Hate to say it Diablo Noise but you're right." She grasped at her belt for their radio communicator and found air. Looking up, she saw it lying out in the open about ten feet away.
"Fuck, I'm never gonna reach that! What do we do Noise?" she asked in despair. They were pinned down behind their car by a BLI patrol. Unless another group of Killjoys showed up they were dead. Noise looked at her grimly.
"You are gonna sit right there sis, and you are gonna cover me," he said, and ran out from behind the car.
"NOISE YOU FUCKIN-" Angel swallowed the insults and fired at the Dracs with renewed ferocity. Noise made it to the tiny radio, scooping it up before running full speed back to the shelter of the car. Three or four steps away from safety, his body was hit by three laser blasts, and he collapsed onto the sand.
"NO!" Heedless of her own safety, Angel tossed aside her gun, reaching out to drag her brother's broken body to shelter. Sobbing, she hauled him behind the car, laying his head on her lap.
"Oh god Noise, if I'd never dropped that stupid thing," she whispered, pulling the radio from his hand as he hacked up blood.
"SOS I repeat this is an SOS to all listening Killjoys come in this is an SOS from Angel Fake and Diablo Noise in Zone 6, we require urgent back up BLI have us pinned down thirteen klicks from the Zone 7 border on Route Guano and we have a Killjoy down I repeat urgent back up needed thirteen kilometres from Zone 7 with a Killjoy down! Hold on Noise!! SOS this is a urgent request for backup on Route Guano PLEASE!! Oh god Noise don't die I need you! Killjoys come in. . . . . .
4/25/13