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Chapter 5

Day 1:  Eastbell,Icewynne,That random street downtown,Running for our lives,Dark Hour

Nova was not one to enjoy being dragged around, especially when it was by some idiot she barely knew that could wind up getting her killed. Yet there she was, running for her life hand and hand being dragged around by some impulsive idiot kid who spoke Spanish. Well...shit.

"Come on this way!"

The boy hopped onto what looked like some kind parked motorcycle, and she of course followed. She had run with him this far so she might as well keep going.

They sat there in silence for at least a good fifteen seconds. They had outrun them for this long but she knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up "Well?" Said Nova, "Aren't you gonna you know...go?!"

"Uh yeah...about that..."

"You don't know how to drive a motorcycle, do you."

"Not a clue."

"Ugh. Move over"

Nova half shoved him out of the way and examined the controls.  It had a heat sensitive touch screen which seemed to work with the gloves of the bodysuit. She punched a few keys on the touch screen and the motorcycle roared to life. It hummed and glowed just like the LED suits.

"Aww sweet how did you do that?!"

She smirked "Soy magia." He grinned at her choice of words and held on as motorcycle took off, it seemed to be driving on its own.

Nova glanced around and spotted the six men who currently wanted their heads on a stick speeding behind them in some kind of hover car. She hollered over the roaring engine "uh they're gaining on us!"

"Yeah yeah I know"

"Then do something, smart guy!"

"Okay okay, uh..." He glanced around" Aw hell yeah! Hand me that!"

Nova followed the boy's gaze to a small handgun resting on a shelf on the dashboard. It glowed and flickered, changing colors every so often.

"Uh, maybe that's not a good idea!"

"What? How!?"

"You're not really the best with this type of stuff"

The boy gave her a look.

"Look I may not be all that great with all this technology stuff. But I'm from second amendment lovin' guns blazin' Texas and  if there is one thing I can do..."

He reached for the gun and cocked it sending a pulse of bright light through his suit.

"It's shoot shit."

He fired a round of bullets. They looked like normal bullets, however, when fired they seemed to leave behind a trail of random numbers and letters in the air. Nova recognized the characters as strips of data; how the hell can guns fire bullets laced with data strips?!