The dark streets and cold night air did nothing to help the wandering man along his way. The gunshots and bullets whizzing mere inches past his skull didn't do much to help either. The man was known as Tyme. No, he didn't have anything to do with time, as far as he knew, but he happened to like the name. His handle was pretty cool, in his opinion, too.
The pursuers were closing in. He could feel the bullets getting closer. The package held tightly in his bone white hands was the only thing protecting him. If he lost focus, if he dropped it, he was gone, no questions asked. There wouldn't be enough left of any of them to spread on a cracker. And if he turned to fight, he risked nailing the Bomb. Nobody had even done that before. Tyme didn't really want to try it. He was almost positive a Code Bomb and a bullet were not the best thing for self-preservation. It was starting to rain too.
'Good', Tyme thought. 'Perhaps if it really starts coming down I can slip away. Get back the base without leaving a trail of blood'.
The Bomb really was important. It was being developed in a secret lab underneath the Metacortex building. Ingenious design really. It was small enough for his body to cover, but powerful enough to take out a skyscraper. Or, in this particular case, a castle. The Bomb was designed to kill the Merovingian. Operatives would plant it in the castle while the Merv was at the Hel club, and when he got home, BOOM! Well, not a literal boom, it was actually a silent explosion. But in the place of fire and smoke was kill code. Lots of it. It was contained so that it would reacha certain radius, then collapse back in on itself. No traces. All material would be erased. Tyme smiled at that thought. 'Bout time the bastard got whacked'. He stopped smiling as soon as he realized he had run down a dead end. Five Lupines and the Twins were hot on his tail. 'Shi)t'.
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The pursuers were closing in. He could feel the bullets getting closer. The package held tightly in his bone white hands was the only thing protecting him. If he lost focus, if he dropped it, he was gone, no questions asked. There wouldn't be enough left of any of them to spread on a cracker. And if he turned to fight, he risked nailing the Bomb. Nobody had even done that before. Tyme didn't really want to try it. He was almost positive a Code Bomb and a bullet were not the best thing for self-preservation. It was starting to rain too.
'Good', Tyme thought. 'Perhaps if it really starts coming down I can slip away. Get back the base without leaving a trail of blood'.
The Bomb really was important. It was being developed in a secret lab underneath the Metacortex building. Ingenious design really. It was small enough for his body to cover, but powerful enough to take out a skyscraper. Or, in this particular case, a castle. The Bomb was designed to kill the Merovingian. Operatives would plant it in the castle while the Merv was at the Hel club, and when he got home, BOOM! Well, not a literal boom, it was actually a silent explosion. But in the place of fire and smoke was kill code. Lots of it. It was contained so that it would reacha certain radius, then collapse back in on itself. No traces. All material would be erased. Tyme smiled at that thought. 'Bout time the bastard got whacked'. He stopped smiling as soon as he realized he had run down a dead end. Five Lupines and the Twins were hot on his tail. 'Shi)t'.
All feedback is welcome.