[Necromunda 13] - Fleshworks by Lucien Soulban

Author:Lucien Soulban [Soulban, Lucien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-21T23:28:16+00:00

Uriah paused long enough to catch his breath before continuing his escape. He desperately needed sleep, but the day was not yet won. Three implants were still up for grabs.

'Pull out!' Slag ordered, striding for his bike while his men provided cover fire. If Slag was worried, he showed no sign of it.

We lost Uriah!' one of his men shouted, ducking from the return fire.

'Noticed/ Slag said, unflinching. He swept one leg over the carriage of his bike. The leg?'

The implant? Right here!' another man said, holding a wrapped cloth with a blood stain at one end.

Slag paused and held out his hand. The Soulsplitter holding the stump stayed low to the ground. He passed the stump to Slag, who promptly fitted it under his own arm.

4Ve're leavin'/ Slag said, his demeanor calm.

'What about them?' another man shouted from behind the cover of his heavy bike, shooting at several Escher.

'Not them you gotta worry about/ Slag said, gunning the engine. Two shots ricocheted of the bike's chassis. Slag didn't blink. His men look confused.

Slag kicked his bike into a screeching fit, his rear wheel fishtailing, his heavy tires gouging the street. As the remaining Soulsplitters raced for their bikes, an

armoured truck swept around the corner; Slag, undeterred, released the brakes and hurtled straight for it.

'Enforcers!' a Soulsplitter yelled, referring to the local authorities.

The heavily-plated armoured car turned and spun into a bootlegger one hundred and eighty degrees, bringing the back end forward. It screeched to a halt on the street, bullets ricocheting off its skin. Before the rear doors swung open, Slag knew what was coming. He pulled away, off to the side and gave the rear door a wide berth as he was about to pass by.

Sure enough, the rear doors swung open, revealing a shielded turret bolter manned by someone in scuffed chain-armour. The Enforcer squeezed the trigger and unleashed a barrage of high-velocity rounds. In seconds the armoured car was pacifying the street, ripping walls to shreds, causing bikes to explode and killing Cybilline Sisterhood Escher and Soulsplitter Orlocks alike.

Slag flew by the armoured car and turned a street corner before the roof turret could lock on him. He headed for one of the shuttle elevators, the implant still under his arm, the sounds of gunfire fading in the background.

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