Allied Mayhem Incorporated

Chapter two: Lights, Camera, Action!

Written by Richard Pike

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Sian dodged his bike to the side as a large chunk of metal went flying by, his ears still ringing from the sound of the explosion that had just occurred. He could barely hear the roar of his exhaust as he surged forward to meet whatever opposition was waiting for them off the side of the road.

His hand cranked on the throttle, throwing his bike into a short wheelie to carry the motorcycle over some of the debris littering the road. Blinking his eyes to clear them of smoke he saw the perpetrators of the explosion, a small armored truck hidden in the brush off to the side of the road done up in a camouflage. On the roof of the vehicle there stood a young looking human holding a small grenade launcher, something Sian had only seen once or twice before due to the upkeep the things required.

Again he swerved his bike to the side, this time to avoid the hard lead being thrown up by another group further down the road as cover fire. A loud zing followed by his bike shuddering told him he had been hit, though how bad he didn't know yet. Sian wasn't about to take any chances and waste his time. He went directly for the kid using the heavy weapon, the guns mounted on his handlebars chattering away as he depressed the firing stud and tracing a trail of death along the body of the truck, then upwards to the kid as the front of the bike lifted in another wheelie.

A sickening splatter followed, not that the mink could hear it, but he could certainly see it. The bullets traced a trail of red up the kids leg, then over his torso until it met his head, throwing chunks of meat and skull flying. The body stood up of it's own violation for a few moments before toppling over backwards off the side of the van.

Sian didn't see any of it. As soon as he saw the kill, his attention had already changed to the next target he needed to take out. His ride had taken him around to the side and behind another raider group, who were busy engaging one of the other escort groups.

Coming from behind as he did, the damage was great. His guns stitched a trail of death through the groups unguarded rear, taking out more than half on just one pass. With a rooster trail of dirt and sand he went tearing out of the way to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

It was quite a shock for Sian with his shoulder suddenly gave out, white hot pain flooding his senses and caused him to loose control of the bike. He managed to stay upright long enough to leave the road, but that was as far as he got. He blanked out for a moment from pain, and that was as far as the bike went, the front wheel tweaking on a rock and throwing the entire bike in an unscheduled flight.

He landed hard on the ground, unable to move as the shock of pain set in, just barely able to breath as the air was knocked out of his chest. Vaguely he heard the crash of his bike in the distance as it did cartwheels on the desert floor. The only thing he could think of before blacking out was how the hell was he going to fix that...