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My Hover Craft is Full of Eels: Part Sixteen

I was naughty last week.  I edited.  Wanted to read the first scene at my writer’s group (http://www.meetup.com/Lakewood-Literary-Club/), but felt that the opening was clumsy at best.  I pruned the first paragraph and that made me yearn to keep hacking, mauling, and rearranging.  That was until the little sensei in my head said, “Stop.  First, wash all car. Then wax.  Wax on.  Wax off.”  Fine.  Here’s some more wax, Mr. Miyagi.  When I wipe it off, will there be something shiny under there?

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Persephone woke up when the liquid reached her knees. There were canvas straps wrapped around her body. She pulled weakly at them. She was wet, her head hurt, and she must have thrown up recently. She could still taste it. She gave up on the straps, hung still and tried to figure out where she was. She was lying at an angle, her head tipped up and her legs submerged in filthy water. Above her there was a small round window letting in grey light. To the left there was some kind of control console. It had what looked like a steering wheel surrounded by buttons, dials, switches and a few blinking red lights. In the ruddy glow, she could see a tangle of straps and a pale face. There was another person tied up down here, or maybe a corpse. It was limp enough.

Persephone struggled with her own straps, trying to reach the body. “Arch?” she whispered. She fumbled for the release switches for her harness hitting the one that secured her shoulders first. The straps in front gave way and her head and torso dropped. She was skimming the water with her face now and had to struggle to reach the release button for her legs. She tried to reach up and back, but that maneuver just made it obvious that she’d injured her right shoulder. The pain was intolerable. She dropped that hand and tried again with the left. That was awkward, but not as painful.   She eventually managed to twist around far enough to hit the switch. Her legs dropped, the craft lurched and the water level inched up to her naval. Her instinct was to move fast, grab Arch, and get out, but she suppressed that idea. Quick movement might cause them to sink. She cautiously reached her left hand towards the steering wheel and used it to pull herself up onto the console. The craft lurched again, her weight tipping it towards the front. Persephone turned around slowly until she he was almost reclining on the console.  She reached for Arch, but swore and dropped her arm. She’d been trying to use her dominant hand again and the pain this time was incandescent. She retched, but there was nothing to bring up. When the blaze subsided, she checked Arch’s pulse with her off hand. Under the cold skin, and razor burn, the pulse was nice and steady. That was a blessing as well as a curse. She could abandon a corpse, but she couldn’t leave an unconscious person to drown. At least not one as pretty as Arch.

He was going to have to stay in his hammock for a bit longer, though. She needed to deal with the door. She was lying on her back with her head on the steering wheel, looking up.   She’d have to turn over if she wanted to reach the driver’s side door with her off hand. She rolled and got a hold of the handle without jarring her right shoulder too badly. The door didn’t give. She pushed, pulled and swore at it. Then noticed that the mud level was rising again, some of it coming in through the seams surrounding the door. The craft was settling lower on the driver’s side now. It was time to stop moving slowly. She squirmed backwards away from the door, slid under Arch and pushed open the hatch on the passenger side. Rain came in, but no mud. She hit the release straps and Arch slipped sideways into the muck. She grabbed his collar and dragged the man up and out, laying him down on the side of the ACV. He groaned and mumbled something. Sounded like he was asking for Quentin.

“Arch?” Perspehone tapped his shoulder. “Come on, boy. Wake up. Gonna need to swim soon.” The city looked impossibly far away. If she had to swim through the thick sludge and carry Arch at the same time, they were both dead. Actually, they might both be dead before their craft finished sinking. The craft that had rammed them was still there, hovering in the air about twenty feet away. At the track, the eXime craft had looked harmless and maybe a bit ridiculous, like ants with their heads on backwards. Here, it looked more like a bloated spider.

The top of the thing’s head swung open revealing a driver and a passenger. The passenger had a gun trained on the downed Albion craft. Persephone raised her hands and then winced when the motion pulled at her injured shoulder. She still kept both her hands up in the air. “How about you don’t waste any more ammo and just let us drown?” she said hopefully.

A few bullets bounced off the chassis inches away from Persephone’s feet. She raised her hands higher. “Ok. Ok. You have plenty of ammo. I got it. What do you want? But you may want to explain quickly. Busy sinking here.”

“The plans.” The guy had a raspy voice. “Boss said to get them back.”

Perephone nudged Arch with her foot. He blinked at her, but was smart enough to remain prone.

“You have thirty seconds to hand them over. Otherwise, I shoot you and we take them.”

“You’re looking in the wrong place. Plans are down at Hixton station. I can call them for you.” The guy’s hand tightened on the grip.

“O’kay, o’kay. No phone calls.” Persephone managed to keep her voice steady and eyes up even though Arch had grabbed her ankle. Was the idiot trying to make her fall? She risked a downward glance. Arch tapped his pocket, grinned and then went back to playing dead.

“My client has a copy. He’s injured. Get us off and we’ll hand it over.”

The eXime driver and passenger conferred while the Albion craft settled deeper into the mud. There was just a thin green strip, the strip Persephone was standing on, remaining above the water line. Arch had to skootch a little closer to her in order to keep his ear out of the muck.

“Hurry up. If we go down, you’ll be stuck fishing for that data crystal. You really want to work that hard?”

The eXime craft slid smoothly towards them. It made no sound and left no wake. Persephone tensed for a jump, but they weren’t in range yet.

“We will approach slowly. You will reach up and hand it to the driver,” the guy with the gun instructed.

“And then you leave us here to drown? I don’t think so. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m taking the crystal from my client. When you approach, I will lift him up to you. You will gently pull him into your craft. Then I will follow with the item that you want. You get the data, we get to live. Everyone’s happy.” Or more likely, Persephone thought you shoot us both, take the crystal and dump the bodies. She had a plan for that outcome, but it relied on her getting onto the other H-craft. She crouched down and put her hand into the pocket that Arch had indicated. She dug around for a second prompting a slight grin from Arch, but came up with nothing.

“Where is it,” she hissed.

Arch was still playing possum, but he risked whispering back. “Make it look like you took something.”

Persephone rolled her eyes, but did her best to mime palming a small object. “When I shout. Roll towards the passenger,” she mouthed. She didn’t bother asking him if he was up to it. He would need to be.

“Problems Ms. Roe?” Gun guy was getting antsy, but they must have accepted her deal. The eXime craft dropped to a height of two feet and edged closer. The left side of the craft was within reach.

Persephone stood up and put the imaginary object into the pocket of her jacket. For verisimilitude she even zipped the pocket shut. She grabbed Arch by the collar, ignoring his slightly pained gasp. At least he wasn’t smirking anymore. She slung him one handed at the eXime craft. It was impossible to lift him very high particularly since he was trying to remain limp. Consequently, his face and chest ended up grinding against the sloped side of the thing. The driver reached down, grabbed a fistful of Arch’s jacket and hauled while Persephone pushed. She nearly fell. The Albion craft had shifted under her, settling deeper into the muck. She waited until Arch’s feet vanished inside, then shouted, “Go!” and leaped for the driver. She managed to get her left arm hooked over the lower edge of the cockpit and pulled off a weak right handed punch. The yell got the driver’s attention, but the punch just served to remind Persephone that her arm was injured.   The craft shot up while Persephone screamed and strained to hold on. Her left hand was inside the cockpit grasping a handle or a step she wasn’t sure what. The rest of her was slewing about outside. At least there was no sounds of gun fire. There was a scuffling sound inside the cockpit, a thump and the passenger sans gun tumbled out. Persephone watched him fall below and behind them.

“Cut thrust and drop.” That sounded like Arch.

The craft stopped accelerating and descended.

“Arch! ” Persephone yelled.

“Got the gun trained on the driver. Come on up.”
She pulled, but didn’t have enough leverage to get her head over the lip. She let herself dangle. “You had two people help you in,’” she panted. “How about a lift?”

Arch’s head appeared on the driver’s side of the cockpit. She could see the gun now. He kept it trained on the driver with one hand and reached the other over the side. Before she could stop him, he grabbed her under the right arm pit and hauled. She screamed and he flinched but kept pulling. He let go when her torso cleared the cabin door and she was able to scrabble the rest of the way in.

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My Hover Craft is Full of Eels: Part Eleven

I was thinking of naming this post “I’d be dangerous if I knew how to spell”. Edited a few typos from previous posts, but I am sure there are still plenty. One thing I will definitely need is professional type editing. But first, I’ll need a story. Sooooo back to the slog. I’m still waffling about the role of the government in all this. I introduced Agent Hixton because I wanted to have Persephone face off against an opponent with a similar skill set. The story is lacking an antagonist at the moment, but Agent Hixton isn’t at all villainous. He and the government he represents are benign and maybe a little boring. I’m not a conspiracy theorist. I just can’t do the “evil autocratic government” thing.

Featured image is from https://openclipart.org. There is so much amazing freely shared art out there. I am grateful for it.

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Persephone blinked. She’d been expecting charges, something in the line of breaking and entering, property damage and theft. “Treason? Me? Are you sure you have the right person?” It probably wasn’t the best response, but it had been a weird morning so far and it looked like it was about to get weirder.

The agent produced a com pad and turned the screen towards her. It displayed her picture, her addresses and demographic data. “You will be frisked for weapons and then accompany us to the station.” The female agent stepped forward with one of the chemical sniffer wands.

Persephone rolled her eyes, but held her hands up to allow the woman to check her for firearms. “You have all that info. on me, but you’re still searching for guns? I have to talk to my ad agent. Apparently no one believes my commercials.” The woman scowled and prodded Persephone with the wand.

“Hey. Watch it with the police brutality there sister. And those things work at range. You don’t need to grind it in.” The agent had the blunt tip of the scanner pressed into Persephone’s sternum.

“Agent Lordes. Ms. Roe is unlikely to be concealing a weapon inside of her rib cage.” That was the tall guy in the back. He sounded smooth, efficient, even a little kindly, maybe going for the good cop role? Agent Lordes must be doing the bad cop thing then. She jostled Persephone while she finished up the scan and then stepped back and nodded to Mr. Good Cop. Persephone decided that meant that the taller guy was in charge so she addressed her next remark to him.

“Mind telling me what I did? I’m sure this is a mistake.”

“Your recent illegal activity constitutes a public safety risk. You are accused of endangering the security of Colony City. Complete charges will be read at the arraignment.”

“Treason and now public safety?” Someone must be stretching the story a bit in order to turn her latest caper into something that serious. She couldn’t imagine how they were going to make the charges stick.

“Agent Lordes, please secure Ms. Roe. Agent Allen secure the apartment.”

Lordes grinned and produced a pair of handcuffs while Allen pocketed his com pad and moved to step past Persephone. Persephone put her arms out blocking the door. “I know my rights. That warrant say you can search?” The maneuver was really just stalling for time. Mr. Good Cop looked like the kind of guy who did all the appropriate paperwork, in triplicate. She was banking on the fact that he liked to show off his due diligence.

The lead agent reached for his own com pad and as soon as his hand was in his pocket, Persephone dropped a smoke pellet, ducked and rolled to the right. She was just in time to miss Agent Lordes rush. She heard a shout as the woman collided with Agent Allen. Then she was running down the hallway, trying to make her escape as loud as possible. She needed to draw them away from her apartment. She believed in working cleanly and that meant keeping the feds away from her clients. Up until now, that had been easy. Her clients usually just gave her a job and then stayed out of her way while she did it. She wished that Arch had stuck to that pattern.

The agents had stopped coughing and stumbling around. They were coming after her now. Although, it sounded like only two of them. “Marco!” she called out . The footsteps got louder and faster, but they didn’t yell back. “You’re supposed to say Polo. Can’t play if you don’t follow the rules!” Persephone yanked open the fire door and stepped into the stairwell bringing a swirling cloud of smoke with her. Behind her, the hallway was still full of opaque vapor, but she thought she could hear three sets of footsteps now. Apparently she’d tweaked them enough that all of them had given chase. She sprinted up the stairs heading for the roof. She fumbled for her goggles while she ran. She needed her phone link. She called up Japeth’s number and waited for the woman to pick up.

“Persephone?” Japeth answered in a quavery whisper.

“Hallway’s clear. Well actually it’s full of smoke, but no feds. Get out.” Persephone ended the call just as she burst onto the roof. The rain was coming down in buckets and she was instantly drenched. She didn’t mind though. Visibility was almost as bad as the smoke filled hallway. That meant that she stood a good chance of not getting shot. She ran for the edge. Seconds later, the agents were there. Based on the short, boxy silhouette it looked like Lordes must be in the lead.

“This is useless, Ms. Roe. There is no way off this roof. All you’ve achieved is to add ‘resisting arrest’ to the roster of charges.” That was Mr. Good Cop.

Persephone lengthened her stride and jumped. She’d done this before, but never in this kind of weather. The rain felt like a solid wall and it seemed like the wind was going to suck her down. She still made it, but barely. She dangled by her fingers from the edge of the neighboring roof. Then slowly, she hauled herself up to lie prone on the sopping concrete. She rested for a second and then rolled over and sat up. She had to see what the agents were up to.

From here, her apartment building looked like a rectangular smudge. The facing wall descending into the dim grey haze of rain. There were a few lit windows, but it was tough to make out the roof. There was some movement up there and then a beam of light hazed and distorted by the water. Persephone scrambled back from the edge. Was that a flashlight or some kind of laser site? She didn’t really want to stick around to find out.

She was running for the far edge when she heard a thump behind her and then footsteps. Mr Good Cop had made the jump, in torrential rain, without practice and he’d stuck the landing better than Persephone ever had. This wasn’t a rent-a-cop. This guy was good. In the hallway, she’d taken him for a pencil pusher. Crisp black uniform, peaked cap, sandy hair and mild blue eyes. She found herself wondering if Arch could have made that jump then wondered why that thought had popped into her head. Luckily, fear soon drove away all the unwanted mental chatter. She was teetering on the edge of another drop. She’d crossed this one with grapnels, but she didn’t have them now. She risked a look down but saw nothing but falling rain. She risked a looked back and saw a silhouette against the yellow-grey daytime clouds. There wasn’t much time and she had nowhere to go. She unconsciously raised a hand to push her sopping hair back and her hand grazed something hard. It was her googles. She’d taken them out to call Japeth, but after that had just left them perched on top of her head. She pushed them into place over her eyes, toggled to the low light setting and took another look down. This time she saw it, her way out. She steeled herself, stepped off the edge and plummeted four stories before hitting the balcony she’d spotted. She landed feet fist and knees bent to absorbed the force, but still felt a spike of pain driving up both legs. She tipped to the right and rolled fetching up against the railing. Seconds later, that beam of light was back. It skimmed the building, but the balcony was a small target. She’d been lucky to hit it, the light didn’t. The beam wandered back and forth for a few passes and then flicked out. When it was gone, she risked crawling away from the railing and back towards the building. There had to be a door. There was, but it had no handle, no opening indicating a mechanical lock. Persephone pushed on the panel, but it didn’t give. Her legs hurt so much that it was hard to think. Instead, she just groaned, and clawed reflexively at the door. She even risked a few weak knocks before noticing that the balcony had a ladder. Like the balcony itself, the ladder was little more than a meshwork of industrial grade ceramics. It led down to a similar balcony, and then to more ladders and balconies descending all the way down to the street. The final ladder deposited her into an alley way.

It was time to think about where she was going to run off to next. There were tube fish waiting for her out there in the Floats and apparently Feds waiting for her in the city. Shanty town? There were plenty of places there that rented rooms by the hour. She’d use an assumed name and one of her anonymous credit lines. First, check to see if the Feds were gone. She took a quick look at the street. This building stood next door to her apartment complex, but she was on the far side and had to step out onto the sidewalk to get a good look. She was just in time to see the Agents push Japeth and Arch into a tread car and drive away down the street