Steel, part 8

Posted: August 11, 2009 in Fiction, Steel

I’m packing up to return to Utah tonight, and I have to make a run to Walmart. Before that though, I have a present for you all. I know these are a bit shorter than when I first started this, but hopefully the more frequent additions help to offset that. I think it ends up as more product, which is always a good thing. As much as my local friends are supportive of my endeavors, I’m having an oddly difficult time getting anyone to read. Anyway, I’m off to finish packing.

Sally jumped, and Wade’s vision dimmed. He had no idea how much blood he had lost, but it wasn’t fatal just yet. He fished around with his good hand for the first aid kit, and produced a roll of bandage tape. It would have to do. He raised the roll to his face and bit at the end until it came loose, then wormed the roll under his ruined left hand. Black spots filled his vision, and he grunted. He rolled the tape around the top, then clenched his jaw as pain lanced up his arm again. Repeating the process a few times, he was able to get a crude tourniquet in place on his wrist. Then he pulled out some gauze and stuffed the hole in his leg with it. He staunched the bleeding in his shoulder the same way, but there was nothing he could do about the new ventilation in his lung. He coughed, sending a wave of agony through most of his body, and bloody foam flecked Sally’s interior. Hopefully he could stop these guys before he stopped being able to breathe at all. The wind howled in Wade’s ears as Sally began her decent once more. He sometimes forgot some of the more mundane things that he was protected from inside her armor.

He had been letting Sally take care of travelling while he tended his wounds; now he became aware of his surroundings once more. The buildings had trailed off, leaving large expanses of flatland. The highway carved its way through the largely undeveloped land and ended in a large and fairly modern airport. Wade aimed Sally at what he deemed to be the center of the airfield and urged her to jump. He was panting quickly now; shallow breaths that bordered on hyperventilation. He couldn’t get enough air. His vision began to darken around the edges. As they approached their landing spot, Wade surveyed the scene. Sally highlighted where the garbage truck had crashed through a fenced-off road and a fresh hole in the side of one of the hangars. The back end of the vehicle still protruded from the ragged opening of the metal half cylinder. Sally hit the ground running and turned toward the damaged hangar. Wade coughed again, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Inside the hangar, Johnny and Rick had started up the charter jet they had appropriated for their getaway. Vince and Gomez loaded the remaining gear into the cabin. The dirty and used gear was a stark contrast to the pale grey leather of the seats and the wood grain inlay of the side paneling. Gomez strapped himself in as Vince went back out to open the hangar door. As the door slid to one side, Vince caught a ray of light spearing off of a familiar form. He did a double take as the reality penetrated his mind. That damn robot was still coming! He checked the charge of the EMP gun: ready to go. He shouldered the rifle. As he waited for the machine to come into range, Vince watched the right arm of the robot perform a backward spin. “What the –.” He was interrupted by a one-hundred pound bag of cement. Sally had underhanded it into him with the speed of a meteor. The bag smeared him against the far wall of the hangar, and his lifeless body hung in the alcove that sprouted in the wall when he hit.

“Gomez!” Johnny yelled. “Get the door! We gotta go NOW!”

I’ll be back in the South Towne Mall for the remainder of the week. I have fun out there and the people are cool as heck, but I think that if they were to ask for a threepeat, I’d have to decline. I’ll be home Friday, and I plan to have more for you to read by then too.

  1. Alana says:

    I read it, if that’s any consolation.

  2. Justin says:

    It is!

  3. Roberta says:

    I read it all… you know I do!

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