Arena Book 7 by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-04T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

My numerous victories had given all of Earth’s police departments the kind of weapons and armor that only sci-fi writers could dream about, so I wasn’t that surprised to see that the Los Angeles Police Department’s officers looked exactly like Robocop. We were surrounded by exaggerated chrome breastplates, and rounded helmets with dark slitted visors, all emblazoned with the LAPD logo. Police cruisers hung like cherry-topped jelly beans in the sky, each attended by a swarm of drones bristling with camera lenses and gun barrels.

I’d had precious few positive experiences with cops over the years. As a long-haul trucker, I’d racked up more than a few speeding tickets, some decidedly deserved and some not, but the appearance of blue and red lights in my rearview mirror had always meant that I’d be even harder pressed to get my cargo in on time. Recently, I’d started to associate those familiar lights and sirens with the imminent confiscation of my precious, delicious donuts. Sex with Olivia didn’t count, because it hadn’t involved lights, sirens, and cuffs.

Yet.

But right now it was as welcome as the trumpet of a cavalry charge in the kind of movie where a white hat unironically indicates a good guy.

“Los Angeles Police! Drop your weapons!” boomed the Peter Weller-sounding voice over mounted loudspeakers.

The Skalle turned, almost as one, and a shot rang out. I didn’t see who pulled the trigger and I didn’t see who it might have hit, but it was the cue for all hell to break loose. The Skalle opened fire on the cops and spent cases rung off the ground like a wind chime dropping. At least they had stopped focusing on us.

The Robocops returned fire, and soon the street was a hail of bullets that no longer had anything to do with us. Nearly all the bullets were west to east, but stray bullets were already ricocheting off super-advanced alien alloys and chipping shards from blocks of old stone.

“Change of plans, we’re going south?” I shouted over the bullets. “Aurora, can you give us a quick shield until we get out of the line of fire?”

“Sure can, sugar.” Aurora flung up a purple shield in front of us and tossed another helping around a group of fanny-pack-laden tourists who had just wandered into the whole situation.

“Hey, is this a movie set?” one of them asked.

“It’s a real fucking shooting, get your asses out of the line of fire!” Thomas barked.

“You’re so gruff,” another one enthused. “Can I get a selfie with you?”

“Whatever that is, no.”

We Abbey Roaded across Hollywood Boulevard under Aurora’s dark matter force field and left the Skalle and cops to mow each other down. That particular batch of Skalle Furia was a problem for the boys, girls, and nonbinary individuals in blue, who would hopefully slow them down in time for us to get a head start to Nakatomi Plaza. I was definitely never going to call it by its real name, at least not to myself.

A cop car pulled into the road ahead of us and stopped at the intersection.

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