Kill the Power Gamer by Eric Vall

Author:Eric Vall [Vall, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10 - Hannah

I could not believe what I was seeing. A member of the Resistance, here in 2019? I knew the meatbags from my time period had been working on time travel for some time, but I figured The Hive was the only one to have cracked the code.

Apparently not.

The man must have known who I was, too. In fact, the timing of that accident was too convenient. The meatbag in the truck had tried to assassinate me, but Tony saved my life.

How ironic.

The man locked eyes with me for a moment, and then he scurried out of the vehicle and ran down a nearby alleyway.

He would not get far, and I ordered my scanners to track the Resistance fighter as I took off after him.

“Hannah!” I heard Tony call out behind me. “Wait! Where are you going?”

As much as I wanted to stay with Tony and tell him how much I appreciated him saving my life, I had a mission to complete. And I sure as hell couldn’t complete it if I had to constantly worry about this Resistance time traveler showing up and throwing a wrench in everything.

I rounded the corner to see the Resistance agent crawling up a series of ladders attached to decorative stone balconies. He was already five or six stories up, but close enough for my systems to perform analysis.

Scott Parker. Thirty-five years old. Slight limp. Armed with two futuristic D-9 pistols.

He was just out of reach of my jumping distance.

But he wasn’t out of my throwing distance, so I raced over to a nearby heap of trash, picked up a large hunk of a broken wooden board, and then spun around. As I came around, my system locked onto the Resistance fighter, and I launched the piece of wood into the air at one-hundred kilometers per hour.

My makeshift projectile struck the blond man square in the side, and he let out a loud yelp of pain as his body was tossed down off the ladder and landed with a crash on the balcony right underneath.

I had hoped my attack would have knocked him down to the alley and killed him, but he only seemed a bit stunned, so I ran over to the staircase and began to make my way up. Then my sensors picked up on the target drawing his gun, so I leapt down off the first-level balcony right as a cluster of bullets smashed into the spot I was standing. I rolled up into a ball as I hit the ground, jumped back to my feet, and then took cover behind the dumpster.

The D-9 pistols were some of the most powerful compact weaponry the group had. It was semi-automatic and could fire high-caliber armor piercing rounds in short bursts that were easy to aim, and the bullets shredded through the cheap metal of my cover as if it were made of the same foil material that had just been used to dye my hair.

Fortunately, all of the shots missed me.

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