Chapter One – The New Addition
Thame Elliot stood rigid, feet
planted firm on large black tiles. He
breathed slow and relaxed. He wore brown
cargo pants and a dark green, short sleeve collared shirt underneath a black
leather jacket. Brown eyes simmered
behind dark shades with an intense, razor sharp focus.
Stretching from floor to ceiling
was ten centimeter thick, fiber filigree bullet proof glass that protected him
on either side. He riddled off
consecutive shots from the latest toy developed by Valant Corporation, the las-bow.
At Thame’s waist hung several cartridges,
containing cylindrical shells five millimeters long. When activated by pressing the small circular
button located at the back end of the shell and placed against the bow string,
the cartridge sprung to life with a long, blue laser in the shape of an arrow. Las-bow technology was the latest invention
from the weapons manufacturing division of Valant Corporation; intelligent,
heat seeking and laser accurate tracking projectiles that were not available to
the international market, yet.
Small, circular bulls eye
targets slid back and forth across the range in multiple rows, varying in
distance and height. Thame raised the
bow and arrow to his cheek, pulling back on the string, feeling the taut
pressure in his muscles, breathing in pain. The laser cast a pea-sized dot on the
target. Thame followed the moving target
until a confirmation beep sounded in his ear signaling that the las-bow had
locked onto the target. He let fly the
laser arrow which streaked toward the moving bull’s eye. Nano-bots inside the cylindrical shell curved the
arrow’s trajectory automatically due to its internal GPS navigation and homing
capability toward the metallic bull’s eye, locking on and colliding, detonating
with a small explosion on contact. Another
blue laser arrow soared in from Thame’s right and caught a bull’s eye in the
center and exploded.
“These
new weapons from V.C. are incredible,” said Cyrus with a wide smile. He pulled another shell from the spring
loaded cartridge strapped to his waist.
Wearing the metallic grey exo-suit with helmet concealed in the collar
along with gloves that were retracted; each could be deployed in a matter of
mili-seconds should danger arise. He had
striking, deep blue eyes and brown hair tipped with blue that stood straight
into the air like porcupine quills. “They say if you use these in live combat the
laser arrow will carve through anything in front of it until it reaches an
object that the laser can’t penetrate and then the ordinates in the shell will
detonate; can’t wait until we can use these things in combat against the Orcs.”
The
exo-suit was also developed by Valant Corporation and distributed to the Eioda
Nation States military. Valant Co was
unmatched by any other human corporation when it came to weapon manufacturing
and although the exo-suit could be considered defensive armor, it was also a
weapon. The sleek, skin tight armor was
practically indestructible and made with a variety of precious metals and
plastics that gave it unmatched maneuverability.
“Lately
you’ve seemed a tad bit battle hungry Cy,” said Thame notching another laser
shell. “Everything okay? Anything you want to talk about?”
“We’ve been
sitting around and doing nothing. It’s
been months since the wedding,” replied Cyrus. “We need to get a move on--”
“Get a
move on what? Starting the next world
war? ” interrupted Charlotte leaning against the door frame of the sound proof shooting
gallery. Her blue streaked brown hair
loosely hung past her shoulders. Despite
being nine months pregnant, she still moved with the stealth of a Felidae jungle cat stalking prey. Wobbling over to stand next to her twin brother
and husband with a hand resting on her watermelon sized stomach, Charlotte gave
Thame a peck on the lips. She smelled of
fresh linen and dressed comfortably in baggy sweatpants and a long white
t-shirt.
Glaring
at his twin sister through blue eyes narrowed in a slit of frustration, Cyrus
shook his mop of spiky brown hair. “There
is so much more to accomplish if we’re going to make this world a better place,”
replied Cyrus. He could not help but
look down at his unborn niece or nephew as he spoke.
“Starting
a war is more likely than not the only thing you can hope to accomplish by--”
Charlotte tried to say before being interrupted.
“We’re
already at war!” said Cyrus through clenched teeth.
“In that
case it is all the more reason for you to let me hold that new las-bow,” said
Charlotte changing the subject with a sly smile while reaching for the weapon
and missing. She stared up at Cyrus with
round saucer like eyes, pleading and innocent, identical deep, pools of blue.
“No way.
Look at your belly. You’re on the verge of bursting. Remember the doctor said no strenuous
activity,” said Thame positioning himself between his brother-in-law and the
mother of his unborn child.
“Ha,
that’s not strenuous,” said Charlotte. “It’s
regular exercise. Now toss it over so I
can try. I like to blow up stuff too you
know.” She reached for the weapon trying
to stretch her arms around Thame playfully. That is until she let out a grunt and bent over,
face screwed up into a grimace of pain.
“Are you
okay?” asked Thame tossing aside the new bow.
He supported the bulk of his wife and unborn child in his arms. He tried to ease his wife out of the gun
range.
Cyrus hovered on the other side
of his sister, watching carefully with concern etched on his olive complexioned
face.
“I think
I just burst,” said Charlotte, concern in her deep blue orbs.
The two
young men looked down with eyes wide at the spreading pool of clear fluid expanding
across the concrete.
“Gross,”
said Cyrus with a look of disgust. “Don’t
tell me this stuff was just inside you.” His lips twisted in a snarl as he looked at
the bottom of his exo-suit boots. “That’s nasty Char.”
He was
silenced with a surprisingly powerful punch to the chest by Charlotte. “Don’t just stand there, get me to a
hospital!” shouted Charlotte, fist balled up, ready to deliver another blow.
Thame scooped
up his wife in both arms and carried her out of the room.
“I can
still walk you know,” said Charlotte.
“No, no,
no, sweetheart,” said Thame on the verge of being frantic. “I’m not taking any chances. Cyrus! Call the shuttle!” He shouted to his stunned brother-in-law who
was in the corner wiping down the souls of his exo-suit covered feet.
Cyrus
made no move to respond at first. Ultimately
with a huff, he resigned to his role as an administrative assistant to his twin
sister’s first birth. He slumped his
shoulders and tapped a series of buttons on the exo-suit forearm panel. He spoke nonchalantly into the speaker,
contacting the Landry family driver who was on twenty four-seven stand by
alert.
Thame
and Charlotte exited the indoor range and stepped onto the well-manicured lawn
of the Landry estate. The hover-shuttle came
to a rest a meter away from the mansion.
Scuttling to the awaiting shuttle with Charlotte holding on tightly,
Thame tried to keep her head from bobbling too violently while in his arms. The hover shuttle with remote controlled doors
slid to the side to offer a wide entrance while floating several dozen
centimeters off the grass on blue ion propulsions flames. Thrusting themselves into the hover-craft
before it could come to a complete stop. Thame strapped Charlotte into her seat with a
seven point harness that required major adjustments due to her large stomach.
Cyrus sprinted
from the range and leapt to collide with the bottom step of the hover shuttle
as it lifted off. “Little help,” he said
straining to pull himself aboard. The automatic
sliding doors repeatedly bounced off his elbows, trying to close.
Thame
pulled Cyrus aboard the ship. An agony
filled shriek ripped through the shuttle cabin that had plush black leather
seats. The hover shuttles interior was
five meters in height and ten meters in width for ample area to stretch out. Thame was by Charlotte’s side instantly. He took her hand within his and instantly
regretted that decision. She squeezed
his hand with a monstrous strength never before displayed that could crush a
bear, thought Thame. Clenching his teeth
to avoid screaming out, he found himself down on one knee from the pain. He tried to pull his hand away before the
bones were crushed to dust but his wife held tight.
Cyrus
looked at the couple interlocked together, each grimacing in pain. He smiled to himself and let out a slight
chuckle that was hidden behind his hand. Pressing a button on the door panel console, a
round table rose from the center of the hover shuttle. In a chilled compartment built into the
metallic, round center table leg, Cyrus pulled out a glass bottle of brown
liquor and poured himself a generous helping while chuckling at the expense of his
sister and brother-in-law.
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