Snippet #1677724

Galaxy began to doze off, still humming. She suddenly bolted upright as an alarm went off. What was that? It had never happened before. She looked around, then jumped up off of her crappy couch and ran around the small apartment. What would she bring with her? Uploads and upgrades? No, those were useless to her, especially the old ones. But what if they had her fingerprints on them? Then she would be a goner.

She grabbed a box of the old products and looked around, trying to determine where to hide them. "Toilet!" she exclaimed, running to the bathroom and dumping them in. Galaxy then did her best to flush them. Most went down and after the second flush the others were gone. After dumping the rest of the boxes, she determined food would be no problem. Nothing else she had really mattered to her-the furniture was broken and torn, the books (which had no purpose anyways) were soaked, and she never had many articles of clothing.

Grabbing her wad of cash and stuffing it into her jeans pocket, she ran out of the apartment only to face the shady landlord. "Miles," she gasped, backing against the door she'd just come out of.

The rusty cyborg grinned at her, pushing her against the door as she struggled not to cry out. "You know what that alarm is? It means that somebody's coming for me. I rigged it myself with some old things I found in your apartment. I'm quite the genius." He smiled, leaning closer to her as she grimaced. "You and I both know what you've done. You can't deny it. And once the company comes for me, they'll come for you too. I'll make sure of it." His voice was raspy and low, making her tremble. He laughed. "You don't like my voice, since I can't afford it with this old heap we live in. But you've paid well... until a month ago." He wrapped a hand around her neck as Galaxy started gasping for breath. "You owe me more then you'll ever have. I know what you are, Galaxy. I've always known."

With that, Galaxy slowly retrieved the cash from her pocket, handing it to him. He let go of her and she fell to the floor, still gasping for air. "I know what you are too Miles," she growled, starting to stand up.

"What's that Bluebird?" he asked, fingering the cash eagerly.

"That you're useless." With that, she took her pistol out and shot at him a few times, though his skin was bullet resistant. She took out her kife and pinned him to the door across the hall, stabbing him repeatedly while trying to severe a vital wire or something.

Miles quickly kicked her backwards, then his metal fingers retracted, being replaced by sharp knives. He was so low tech. He came towards her, a cyborg version of Freddy Krueger. "Any last words, Bluebird?"

Bang.

Galaxy looked at an agent who had arrived just in time to shoot him with a gun that would short out his circuit, effectively disabling him for the time being. She waved a hand to him, then ran down the hall and crashed through a window, falling a story to the ground. "Oof!" Getting up, she darted away into the woods on the outside of town, lucky that Miles was their main target and not her.