Allisha packed her things into a backpack. She snapped her duel hip pistol holster together. Each hip was equipped with a fifty caliber Desert Eagle pistol. Allisha was ready. All she had to do now was sneak past her father’s office where he was filling out papers for the Intergalactic Republic.
Allisha put her back up against the wall and did a swat turn. She took one last look at her father, thinking about how long it would be before she saw him again or her mother. She had left a note in her bed room that wrote, “Forgive me, I’m serving the Republic by leaving.” that was all.
At that moment, Crash! Her father’s office window shattered as a dozen men flew through it. One of the men fired his primitive Uzi killing her father. Allisha shuddered as he fell to the ground.
The intruder yelled something in a Spanish like dialect. The man looked at Allisha and fired his weapon again. She dove out of the way just in time. The man turned and emptied his magazine. The criminal reloaded and followed Allisha down the hall.
A door swung open, “I say! What’s all that ruckus!” said an English voice.
Allisha heard the Uzi fire again and she knew that their butler wouldn’t be serving breakfast the next morning.
The door slammed shut and the chase resumed. She ran along the balcony that over looked the great room. She jumped behind a wardrobe and waited. The Uzi fired in short bursts chewing away at the wardrobe. Allisha heard the intruder running flat footed on the stained wood floor. Bam! She punched the man in the face right when he came around the wardrobe “Oof!” That much she did understand.
Allisha lowered her shoulder and rammed the man up against the balcony railing. He stumbled backward off the balcony. She climbed up on the railing and jumped. She landed nimbly on the floor. More intruders came down the stairs and unloaded their magazines. Allisha pick up the Uzi wielding intruder and used him as a body shield. The man caught all the lead and died. Allisha dragged him out the door, threw him on the ground, then ran down the drive. More criminals were at the end of the drive.
“Aw, come on Cameron!” Allisha whispered.
One man was smoking a cigarette. His English was rough. “Hey pretty girl.”
He started to walk towards her, “Look, behind you.” Allisha tried to distract him.
“Sly, but not sly enough.”
He grabbed her and pulled her hair, “Ow! Ow! Ow!”
Beep-beep, went one of their walkie-talkies, “Black car approaching from south.” was all that she could make out.
“Right, let’s get her into the van.”
The other two men grabbed her, took her into the bushes, and tried to force her into the van. If she could only fight with the men that were trying to force her into the van until Cameron got here.
Allisha thought that these group of criminals were extremely organized. They had a surveillance team, a coordinated attack, and a little group waiting for escapees; the only
flaw was that they were completely unprepared for the driver of the black car.
“Get in the van you…” the criminal was interrupted in the middle of his cursing by Allisha’s foot in his groin.
Cameron pulled up and stopped. “Hey, who are you?”
“Move along sir, nothing to see here.”
“Cameron, I’m here in the bushes.” Allisha yelled, and then quieter, “Let me go, you.”
When Cameron was not looking, the cigarette smoking man drew a pistol, “Move along.”
Cameron held his hands up. He started to move back to his car. The man followed him. Cameron opened the door into the criminal, “Ouch! You little…” Bam!
Allisha watched through a bare spot in the bushes as Cameron took a bullet. She shuddered and the men shoved her into the van. The criminals jumped in the van and peeled away. Cameron picked himself off the ground and staggered to his Camero and slid in. He had left the car running for a quick getaway, so he slammed the clutch to the floor and shoved the shifter forward. Cameron was in hot pursuit.
“Alright missy, who are you?!” demanded one of the men.
Allisha felt the grasp on her shoulder loosen. She used this to her advantage. She broke free and kicked open the rear van door binding it on its hinges, forcing it to stay open. Cameron sped up on the van.
“Hey missy, stop!”
As they boarded the highway, cars and eighteen wheelers flew by.
Cameron pushed the button on his visor and took his MR-C, “Allisha, get down!” he stuck his weapon out the window and fired.
Allisha and one other man hit the floor of the van as the other criminals were mowed down. Blood splattered all over the interior of the van.
Allisha got up and walked over to the door. Cameron noticed blood on the windshield, “Jump! Come on, jump!”
The van drifted into the other lane, then drifted back. Right when Allisha was about to jump, the surviving man grabbed her arm and twisted it back wards. Crack! The noise, let alone the pain, was enough to make someone faint. Allisha felt her knees give out but the criminal kept her on her feet. With her good arm, Allisha elbowed the man in the gut. Allisha jumped and landed on the hood of Cameron’s car.
The van drifted back into the oncoming trafic for the last time. The man heard a low horn. He turned around to see many headlights headed his way. His iron tough facial expressions turned to despair right before…Crunch! Smash! Shriek! Were the sounds of the van being crushed beneath the traffic. The crumpled remains rolled up over the guard rail into the river below.
Cameron slowed to a stop. Allisha slid off the hood to her feet. “Is your arm broken?”
“Ya think? How’s your arm?”
“Luckily the rebel was a bad shot.”
“Rebel? What are you talking about?”
“Get in, I’ll tell you on the way to Military Complex.”
Allisha and Cameron got in the car. Cameron noticed that Allisha‘s face was down cast, “What happened at your estate?”
“My father was killed, his office ruined, and a wardrobe destroyed. I don‘t even know if my mother is alive or in the hands of the rebels” she cried, “What are these rebels.” she put her head in her hands.
“Well, the G.G. are at war with them. They are rebelling against the Republic. They quote ‘despise Republic’s laws and taxes‘.”
“But there hasn’t been a war since-since before I was born.”
“The G.G. have been keeping it pretty quiet.”
Later, at the Complex.
Cameron pulled into the parking lot. He got out and ran over to Allisha’s door. He opened the door and she walked into the complex building. Allisha followed Cameron to the medical wing. Cameron walked up to a counter, where a young man was filling out forms, “Hey doc, I need you to take a look at this woman.”
The young man looked up, “I’d keep her.”
Cameron chuckled. Allisha pushed Cameron out of the way, “He has been shot, and my arm is broken; we need medical assistance.”
“Oh yes, right this way.”
They walked into the emergency room, “Alright Cameron, I’ll look at your arm. Oh, it’s not as bad as some of you other injuries. We’ll have this cleaned up in an hour or two. Alright miss…”
“Allmenegger, Allisha Allmenegger.”
“Yes, let me look at your arm. Mmm, not too bad. It’ll be three weeks with a cast, but we can fuse it back together,” the doctor suggested.
“Please fuse it.” Allisha decided.
Cameron nodded in agreement. They had a lot of stuff to do tomorrow.
Allisha was sent to one room and Cameron another. Cameron was put into a deep sleep for his operation. The sleep induced a dream upon him, a dream about the past.
“Fifteen minutes until we land,” said the driver of the L.A.A.V.
Cameron heard a wave of the ocean splash over the vehicle. They were on an investigation mission to check out strange life forms disturbing the public on an asteroid colony called Delta.
“So Sarge, what do you think could be causing all this trouble for the public?”
“Well, I think it’s the rebels.”
“But this colony hasn’t registered as Rebel Hand.”
“And they haven’t registered as Republic either.”
The guy nodded.
Cameron pulled out a micro camera from his pocket. He turned it on and a red light started to blink. Cameron started to speak, “This is Cameron Keli, video log for investigation of disturbing life forms on colony Delta. Maybe we will even find out if this colony is for the Republic.” He turned the camera around and cliped it up in his helmet brim, “Sparx, is there a little red light blinking here?” he pointed to his camera.
“Nope.” Cameron thought he had the light hidden, but he just wanted to be safe. Thud! “What the heck, did something just hit us?”
“I don’t know, Cameron but, I want you on that fifty cal. now!” barked Sarge.
“Yes sir!” Cameron climbed up to the fifty cal, “I don’t see anything, not even a path of bubbles where a torpedo might have missed us. Wait, I - I see something.” A scaly white humanoid leapt from the water bearing its teeth.
“Dear mother!” Cameron pulled the bolt on the side of the fifty caliber, chambering a round. He fired it, but the bullets ripped right through the thing as if it were not even there. It grabbed Cameron by the throat and threw him back inside the L.A.A.V.
Cameron came back to the present. He popped off the operation bed. Everyone looked surprised. Allisha was there along with Peter Sacolo, and a girl.
Peter asked, “What happened comrade?” He had a Russian accent.
“Nothing, nothing, Peter. I need to speak with Keth.” Cameron got off the bed and moved to the elevator. He hit the level three button.
Allisha managed to catch up with him as the elevator doors opened, “Are you okay, I mean you just lost your family.”
Cameron saw her eyes welling up with tears, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Come on.” they stepped inside the elevator just as Peter and the girl walked around the corner, “Oh, sorry.”
“Guess that they will have to catch the next one. What are your friends names?”
“Peter and Blare, but I call her B.”
Allisha nodded, “Is your arm okay?”
“Yep, it’s fine now.”