"What?" Angel asked.
"I'm going home. They need
me." I grabbed my commlink and rose to my feet. I powered it up and
tried to put thoughts into something that resembled rational.
"Tommy, what do you mean
'they need you'?" Angel prodded. "I thought you were
sleeping. Were you out in the astral?"
"Maybe." I hit the
call button and shuffled my restless feet as I waited for an answer.
Sheila answered on the second
ring. "Verification."
"Your coffee is
drek." I replied.
"Tommy, what's going
on?" Sheila asked.
"Move the family, they're
compromised. I'm not sure how yet but hurt is coming." I
looked up at the inquiring faces of Angel, Crank and Ratchet. "Get
as much muscle and magic there as you can. I'll reach out to the girls and be
there soon."
Sheila's face took on a look I
had last seen when a mob boss had kidnapped Aria. "Get your ass in
gear then Tommy. I'll send everyone I can."
The connection broke and I faced
my three chummers.
"One hundred thousand
nuyen each. We go get Aria and the girls and take us all to the Willows.
If anything gets in our way, it dies hard." I grabbed my satchel and
retrieved my menpo-styled ballistic mask. "Grab your gear if you're
going."
Ratchet opened his mouth as if
to speak, but clamped his lips closed and hurried to his dinged up roadmaster.
"Drones are loaded and ready to fly. Crank help me with the ammo
belts."
"Will do." Crank
replied. He looked at me and clamped his massive hand on my
shoulder. It hurt. "Don't worry omae, we'll get them out safe and
sound."
Angel stared at me.
"What, exactly, do you expect me to do?"
"Same as always, electronic
overwatch. Keep your eyes open for movement in the area of operation and all
that." I looked at my friend and felt my eyes threaten to tear up.
"Please, Angel. I need your help."
She hugged me.
"Let's go get your
family." She whispered.
I brushed the budding tears
from my eyes and reached out to the astral plane. "Rose. Lily. Enemies are
coming. Where are you girls?"
Five minutes later Ratchet's
roadmaster was roaring down the streets. Traffic signals cycled to green
as we approached. Traffic cameras went dark as we sped past, heading
north as fast as we could.
"Traffic systems think
we're an ambulance." Angel's synthesized voice came over my
earpiece. "We're clear all the way to Everette on the I-5."
We hit the ramp up onto the potholed
old interstate at more than one hundred KPH. "Where the 'ell is all
the traffic?" Ratchet asked.
"Traffic systems are
diverting everyone around. I've flagged a maintenance lane closure, so
even automated patrols won't be on." Angel's reply spoke volumes toward
the amount of work she had accomplished in remarkably little time.
"Don't spare the horsepower, Ratchet. You're all clear."
I lurched in my seat as the
roadmaster suddenly accelerated. "OH, YEAH BABY!" Ratchet howled over
the comms. "I COULD GET USED TO THIS!"
Crank chambered a round in his
pink light machine gun. "We'll get there soon Tommy. Don't
worry, this is a good gun. If anyone raises a hand to them, I'll blow it
off."
"Patching in Sheila."
Angel announced.
"Put her through." I
replied. "We're en route. ETA is... Ratchet?"
"Thirty minutes,
tops."
"ETA is thirty minutes by
land. Rose and Lily report no contacts." I offered.
"You're sure this is
necessary?" Sheila asked.
"I am."
"That's good enough for
me. We're catching up but you're ahead of us a good bit." Sheila left the
connection open.
We hurtled down the I-5, with
Ratchet screaming like a berserker as he assaulted the pavement. For fifteen
minutes we careened over wrecked pavement, blurred past highway signs and
brought me ever closer to Aria and the girls. "We're coming up on
128th, hang on!"
I bounced off the seat in front
of me as Ratchet braked hard. The roadmaster swerved violently to the
right and down the off-ramp at more than three times the recommended speed
before spinning hard to the left and bouncing me off the passenger side
door. Crank and Angel kept their seats by the four-point harnesses they
had belted into.
"Angel, talk to me.
How are we looking?" Ratchet asked.
"We're clear all the way
to 112th. Traffic cams are out at the intersection, can't see anything so
stay alert. I've got multiple contacts coming up behind us though, looks
like the 'Fivers." Angel's electronically generated voice didn't betray
any concern. Crank glanced back at the armored doors and I heard a squeak
as his grip tightened on his weapon.
"How many of them,
Angel?" I asked.
"I think, maybe all of
them." She replied. "Pulling drone feed now."
I opened the AR window that
blinked read for me and saw dozens of hard faced elves on sleek looking
motorcycles racing our way. "Thanks, Angel. Everyone get your
game face on." I pulled off my AR goggles and pulled my ballistic
mask down over my face. My fingers found the tracery over the mask and I
pushed a touch of mana into the pattern. Shade's formula had been incredibly
difficult to enchant but as we sped toward Aria and the girls I felt the mask's
well of power come alive.
"They're closing
fast." Angel said. "At this rate they'll be able to reach out and
touch us in two minutes."
"Ratchet, float the
rotor-drones. Maybe we can spook them away." I replied.
The roadmaster's back door swung up
and the first roto-drone came to life. The dual rotors lifted it smoothly
from its launch rack and carried it out into the night.
"Launching. Stay clear of the rotors everyone."
I was staring out toward the
horde of oncoming elves when I felt Rose's touch on my mind. "Father!
We have enemies here!"
"Ratchet! How long
until we're there?" I yelled out over the wind and rotor noise.
"Ten minutes, maybe more
depending on those gangers." He called back.
The second rotor-drone took off
into the night. Ten minutes was far too long. "Proceed on target. If
these assholes start anything, put them down. I'm going
ahead." The air elemental appeared at the open door. I jumped
into its swirling winds as the pavement blurred beneath me. The spirit lifted
me above the roaring armored behemoth and we streaked through the night.
I opened myself to Rose's
senses. I saw a bullet riddled door, heard the staccato of automatic
weapon fire and smelled pizza. Behind her, Lilly was carrying Jasmine and
Violet into a panic room hidden behind a flight of stairs. Aria came in
behind her, a shotgun cradled in her arms. The door closed seamlessly
behind them, leaving no evidence of its existence.
Lily materialized into view her
body shifting its form from that of a small elf girl to that of an avenging
angel. Wings sprouted into view as Rose's form shifted as well.
"We will do
violence!" Rose and Lily's voices rang out in my mind. I shifted my
perception back to my own body and saw the telltale ribbon flashes of weapon
fire on the street ahead and below me. Dozens of armed assailants were
firing into the house that held my family.
My earpiece was filled with chatter as Angel, Crank, Ratchet and Sheila were speaking in hurried
voices. I ignored them, my anger deafening whatever they were saying as I picked a point in the middle of the strangely crowded street, tapped the mana
of my power focus mask and cast my hands forward with a scream I imagined them
hearing from a hundred meters away.
"MORTUORUM EGO CREO!
IGNIS MAGICAE!!"
Flames exploded fifteen meters
into the sky in a column thirty meters wide. Flames washed over the
ruined buildings and splashed along the walls of the house where my family hid.
Dozens of gunmen died in an instant. The plascrete melted and exploded in a
fury of fire of death.
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Thank you for reading my fan fiction. I hope you are enjoying Aftermath.
I do apologize that this chapter has been so long in coming out. I had a successfully funded KickStarter campaign wrap up and tasks that needed attending to in that regard. I hope you'll join me next time as we continue Aftermath.
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