A short Garage Door Story
The gunfire is like a rainbow-percussive symphony and the air tastes like electricity, and for once it’s probably not just in West’s head. Bullets and jots of electricity are bounding off the rows of garage doors over and over, and the garage door openers keep opening and closing of their own will. It’s impossible to tell who shot first but West realizes very quickly that he needs to get Cork into a atmovee and dust, stat. The problem is that Cork is currently head-locked by the Captain, who’s shooting at the First, who has ducked down behind the landvee that West wants to use to escape. His ears are ringing. West has never been in a shootout like this before, not by a mile. Pirates and gangsters are everywhere trading bullets and bolts of high-powered energy but for some reason nobody’s shooting at him. Some blonde buff guy is hollering over and over “get the kid get the kid!” but he’s not yelling “shoot them” so……..
Captain Sal is hollering something to him but he can’t hear over the sound of the shootout. Jerking his hand over and over, beckoning West forward and West feels his feet move before he even wonders why Sal wants him.
He’s never disobeyed Sal to his face before, but the way he has Cork in a headlock doesn’t look promising. Hands sieze him from behind and it’s the blonde guy, trying to force West’s arms behind his back but West is holding his scalpel, clutching it in one sweaty fist and he slashes wildly behind him and the blond lets go and he sprints towards Cork and Sal.
It’s the First and she’s trying to make her way to her downed target but there’s T-Wing, loyal T-Wing stopping her in her path and now West’s buff assailant is chasing after him and the five of them are converging on Sal and Cork, guns drawn but not firing, when a huge bolt of blue EM rips across the battlefield, and everyone is knocked to their feet.