âThis isn't flying, This is what you call falling with style.â
There are times in life when one would require to pray to some entity of great power to save his life. However, it was not the case for a certain man. Instead, he revel in such situations where the boundaries of being alive and being dead intersect very closely. A challenging smile draped across his lips as he looked at the concrete ground which will serve as a cushion without an ounce of fear. Perhaps, there is also a connection to his belief that the girl in his arms was not the kind to go down just because she was asked to do so. Yes, he had hope even if many had told him, he has is not worthy of such things.
The descent was fast as gravity did what it was meant to do. It was to pull everything down, no exemptions. Blood droplets splattered across his face. He was aware where it came from as he noticed something wet and warm staining his hand. She was hit by the shooter. He had seen the glint of silver from the corner of his eyes. In response, he sped and radically change his trajectory in mid-air. Nevertheless, she still got hit. The shooter was truly of great caliber. Too bad, that person was on the Government's side. Seems to him, he had entered the Gates of Tartarus with nothing in tow but his balls.
"If you're about to do something, do it now." He stated while pressing his fingers into her wound in a means to apply pressure. After all, he guessed that whatever she needs to do would require her awake. So drifting into slumber was not an option and thus losing blood too. Just a few short of the ground, he felt his body getting lighter. Soon enough, they seemed to be floating. May be gravity does provide a few exemptions. However, this short presentation was cancelled out abruptly. Good thing, he was quick on his feet and seemed to have inherited the grace of a cat. He always lands on his feet.
"Well, there's always a first for everything." Uno noted with his ever usual attitude of brimming confidence. "I've never saved anyone before." He added as he immediately made themselves scarce from that location. They can't stay there judging the weaponry the Government issued just to eliminate her. He was pretty sure they won't stop with just that. As he turned to a corner, he whistled and his hovercycle appeared. With added momentum, he jumped on it with Stella cradled closely to him. "Initiate Jammer. Stealth Mode activate." It was a good thing that he tweaked his ride when he had free time.
The hovercycle began to change its covering into a reflective metal. It also raised its hood made of the same material enclosing them. This would allow anything around the cycle to be visualize which creates an illusion of invisibility. At the same time, it was now exuding jamming particles which would warrant them inaccessible to the Government's trackers. For now, he bought them some time. He needs to get lost and quick. There was no advantage for him to go head-to-head with those lapdogs. His contract has already expired with the death of his employer, so there was no use for him holding on to the girl despite how special she may be. She was useless baggage and was a beacon of trouble.
But...
"I'll take you somewhere safe. I promise." Uno noted with a different tone which he had used prior. There was a sense of concern and a singe of sincerity somewhere there. He pressed a button at interface panel of his cycle which opened a cartridge at the side. It was an anesthetic shot to numb the pain. He took it and inject her with it. Afterwards, he wrapped her form with his long trench coat. There was no choice he was going to bring her to his safe house. He had a debt to pay after all. There was no going around it.
âHidden details are good, but if it interferes. It becomes my business.â
No one could match against his accuracy. He was unbeatable in that area. Despite of that, this Uno had from time to time able to dodge his bullets in real time. That man's reflexes are to be noted beyond a human's normal capability. He must take into consideration that the felon might have undergone unauthorized enhancement experimentation. In any case, he still hit his mark although, it was not as lethal as he had anticipated. He saw Darcia dashing to the fray in an effort to prevent escape. However, they still got away and it was forced to relieve the chase for now. He would not put that situation above it. After all if she did get damage in the process, it would only impede the mission further.
Activating his earpiece once more, he walked towards the ledge. "This is Crux. Debriefing mandatory." There was silence on the other line before a response could be heard. "We are coming in." The communication ended at that. He looked down below and saw that two targets were still alive. Uno still cradling the main mark and sprinting to their escape. He did not follow any action as he could see a crowd of people, already intrigued of the event. There was no need to feed the fire. It seemed that Stella R. Iaret was more than what she appears to be. His eyes narrowed to a fraction of seriousness and curiosity. But, it was lifted once he heard Darcia's interpretation of the events. He looked at her and noticed her synthetic blood trickling from her palm.
"They're alive." He noted as he took out a handheld HUD. On the greenish-black screen, there were two red circle dots. He did not just fire one shot. Furthermore, his bullets held their own tracking device. But soon enough, the dots disappeared. They must have used a jamming device. He released a small sigh and directed his attention to Darcia. "We are returning. We need full access to Stella R. Iaret's files." After stating that, he took out handkerchief from his pocket and held its damaged hand. He gently wrapped the cloth around the wound. It is true that this would be deemed unneeded. After all, Darcia is just an Android. "Clean it up." He said decisively when he was done tying the cloth neatly around its hand. Then, he walked towards the exit. The scene of crime must be sanitized. There cannot be any evidences leading to the Government.