Skip to content A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter One.
I stepped out into bright afternoon sunlight, and as I did, I slid on a pair of neon green sunglasses and glanced around the bustling but never busy city streets. With a sigh from a filling lunch I raised my right arm and slung a black backpack over my shoulder and began walking along. Slowly, bit by bit crowded city streets gave way to stretches of dark green grass field as I made my usual trek home – usual that is if I still had a job to go to. But like many others, the company I worked for tanked and thirty employees not including myself were let go. Since then, I’ve been keeping busy with looking for work but it seemed the more I tried, the less jobs there were for someone like me. The only thing that keeps me going is the sobering realization that without an income, I’ll lose what I have – which isn’t much, just a cheap mobile home I’m renting and some clothes. Granted it isn’t much, but its what I’ve got.
Without warning, a sleek dark blue motorcycle skidded to an abrupt halt right in front of me. After taking several steps backwards from the close call, I glanced around to see if there was an accident I didn’t notice because of being as deep into thought as I was. Yet, the only things I saw were stretches of green grassy fields, the two lane road to my left and the motorcycle and rider right in front of me.
“Judas Christoph?” Came a muffled voice from behind the helmet with a tinted visor hiding the riders identity.
“Who wants to know?” I asked back while adjusting the weight of the backpack over my shoulder. After hearing this, the biker reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet then flipped it open to reveal a gold badge.
“Joe Smith; off duty PD. There’s been an incident with your wife. You need to come with me right now to the hospital.”
“Let me see that thing!” I shouted and pointed to the badge. He instantly flipped it closed causing me to back up a little more. For most of my life I was pretty quick with plotting and thinking on my feet, and now, as an adult, the skill was about to become quite useful as I suddenly spun around in place then took off running through knee high grass – all the while the backpack bounced around my arm and shoulder. For a few seconds there was only the sound of the motorcycles running engine, that was until the engine revved up several times and the bikes rear tire squealed on pavement. It was then that I knew the chase was on.
Bike doesn’t have any off road tires so it should be difficult to navigate this kind of terrain. I thought to myself as I huffed and puffed going into a full galloping run. Even though I didn’t really know what the guy wanted from me, I knew it wasn’t good as pretty much everything he said didn’t add up. I knew they wouldn’t send off duty cops to find me in an emergency, plus the fact that I didn’t have any friends let alone a wife. Then there the thing he did with flipping his wallet closed as most cops – that I was aware of – wouldn’t mind standing around while someone called to verify that they were indeed an officer.
Just as fast as I could blink, a blur of blue and silver flew past on my right side then skidded to a turning stop dead in front of me forcing me to dig the heels of my boots into the ground causing me to slide and skid slightly myself. “What do you what!?!” I shouted to be heard over the motorcycle engine running at idle, but I received no answer; the rider still facing me with both hands on the handlebar. Then he looked up revealing a hint of skin under the helmet. It was then that I noticed the loud noise that caused me to have to yell – it wasn’t the bike, it was a sleek and angled helicopter painted flat-black descending from the sky at a fast but steady rate. As I watched, two lines dropped from the sides of the helicopter followed by several black clothed people repelling down the lines until they made contact with the ground.
That was all it took for me to take off running again, however, the biker stayed in place with the helicopter taking a lower hovering pattern as if to be some kind of protection. Finally the biker revved the engine and spun the rear tire kicking up dirt and grass while spinning to turn around and get away; surprisingly the chopper followed the bike as it sped away leaving just the six people I saw repelling from the chopper. Before I knew it, a large ball shaped device flew into my view where it bounced after hitting the ground and stopped, not sure what was going on, I stopped too and tried to look at the unit without getting too close. The thing beeped five times, then there was a seconds pause before streams of thick blue smoke sprayed out of the top of the grapefruit sized metallic ball. Even before I could think to turn and dart off I was enveloped in a thick cloud of blue smoke, but what surprised me was that I wasn’t gagging and gasping for air, it wasn’t burning my eyes or throat; the only thing it the cloud really did was make me groggy and tired.
With my mind racing I carefully dropped to my knees then slowly laid on the ground as my eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. The last thing that I could clearly comprehend was a masked person in a black uniform leaning over me to check my pulse, then they turned to another person wearing the same outfit and spoke loud enough to be heard. “Prep the Hawk for an immediate dust-off and evac, contact HQ and tell ’em we’ve got the package.” That was the last thing I could consciously recall before the dark nothingness of sleep took me down for the count.
The End of A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter One.
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