His legs felt like they were on fire. Any second he thought he’d seize up and faceplant the ground. Lt. Stone had been out with the rookies, drinking shots of bio-rum, the stuff jacks up your adrenaline but intensifies every sensation in your body. The rooks were way too wasted to take the call but this wasn’t Stone’s first drunken pursuit of a stolen vehicle.
The Mech-Walker was gaining speed and he needed to catch up to it before it reached overdrive velocity. It was nearly sunrise but it was still dark at the moment, the machine’s neon glow led Stone’s way through the city’s backstreets and alleyways.
Coming around a corner, Stone shouted after the perp inside the Walker, ‘You’ll never get away! You forgot Miami P.D. pack serious heat!’. With that the Lt. screeched to a halt, unholstered his Plama-Razor(TM) sidearm, took aim and pulled the trigger until his clip ran dry.
The perp knew what was coming, stopped his Walker, let the built-in sonic amplifiers knock the first four bolts off course, used the magnetic boosters to dodge the next two and turned around to face Stone. He hoped he would gloat.
As the perp was shouting ‘That all you got, pig?!’ Stone phased a cigarette, took a drag and quietly replied ‘You assholes always forget the one in the chamber’. Realising what was about to happen, the perp’s eyes lit up and before he could turn, a bolt of electric-arcing, face-melting plasma was coming toward him. The bolt hit the neon tubing and ignited the Walker in a luminous blast. Stone flicked away his cigarette and headed back to precinct, the rooks could clean up this mess.
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