1. Retired - Chapter Nine – Vengeance is Mine


    Date: 1/10/2017, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    touched the pad. I was flying after Dundal seven seconds after he had flown out. As I came out of the top of the garage, I saw him speeding off to the north. I followed and opened the bike up to its maximum. This baby was fast. I was only twenty feet behind him when he fired his first shot. The bullet grazed my wind deflector and spun off into the night. I started to weave the bike. This was a new chase for me. For the first time in my life I was involved in a chase and the other guy was wounded. I raised my pistol and tried to aim. Have you ever tried to aim at a target while you and the target are traveling at over three hundred KPH, and both are weaving? Trust me, it is not easy. I started to time his weaving and then I pulled the trigger. Later in my life I would brag about that shot. I would claim it was pure skill that sent that round on its path. I will tell you now, it was pure fucking luck. The round sped out at ten times the speed of sound. Its path carried it straight into the tail pipe of the bike in front of me. With a crack like the end of the world, it slammed into the main force rotor in the engine. Dundal’s bike started to shake and vibrate. The gauges started to cry out their warnings. Dundal managed to hit the eject button just as the bike came apart beneath him. I banked into a long turn and started to come back around. Dundal hung from his airfoil with his weapon pointed at me. One way or another, this would end tonight. We were still eight hundred ...
    meters above the ground when the bullet slammed through my windscreen and into my left shoulder. My right hand snapped forward and the vibe knife came to life as it flew from my hand. Two of the ropes from his airfoil suddenly twanged and his foil started to collapse. My bike started to spin. I hit the eject button as Dundal started to plummet to the ground. My airfoil opened and I looked down. I was just in time to see Dundal pass through the tops of the trees below. He had been traveling at near terminal velocity. I controlled my decent as best I could using only my right hand. My left arm was not responding at all. The wound to my shoulder had blood pouring down in a rain below me. I managed to land in a small clearing just a hundred meters away from the place Dundal had entered the forest. I stood up and pulled my shirt off. Then I used it to bind and put pressure on my wounded shoulder. Once I had slowed the loss of blood, I started to walk towards Dundal’s landing site. I found him just as the patrol shuttles started to arrive. He was about three feet off the ground with a broken off limb stuck through his lower chest. He looked at me and tried to raise his pistol. The effort was too much. I stepped up to him hanging there and looked into his eyes. “I hope the doctors can save you. That way I will get the pleasure of executing you.” He died with my eyes the last thing he could see. “Sir, we need a status report,” a voice said from behind me. “Status code white. Get me the ...
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