Free Rebels & Lies (Rebels & Lies Trilogy Book 1) by Brian Cotton

intruder shoved her shield forward into the man in front. The force
of the impact knocked the gun out of his hand. She fired three more shots: two
the chest, one to the head.
    The Agent that was to the woman’s left regained
his composure. He aimed his pistol at her. The woman dropped to the ground and
rolled across the floor. The Agent fired consecutive shots which ripped through
the old wooden floor. She finished her roll. She raised her weapon and fired.
One shot between the eyes.
    Kaspar looked at the carnage in front of him. A
fear he had never felt before froze him. Who this woman was no longer mattered.
To get the hell out of here was all that mattered. The screams of the tenants
outside filled his ear drums. He wanted to join them in their screaming.
Nothing came out. His mouth just stayed open. The woman retrieved the spare black
helmet and approached.
    “Put this on.” the intruder ordered once more.
    He obeyed this time. The helmet fit snug over his
head. It became a minor struggle to get it all the way down. He flipped the
tinted visor down and followed the woman out into the hallway. All the tenants
who were out of their units before retreated back to them. The woman continued
to lead the way. She held her P99 up with her right hand, poised to kill any
Agents who might linger through the hall. She walked to the elevator and pushed
the down button. It took an age for the old doors to open. The two walked
inside. She pressed the L button. The doors struggled to close once more.
    The two said nothing while the elevator shook and
rattled its way downward. Kaspar’s mind was scrambled. He looked over to the woman
through his visor. Who was she? What the hell just happened? What about Mother?
    A strong jolt from the elevator left Kaspar
stunned. He could not remember the last time he used this damn thing. The doors
opened with a screeching cry. The woman walked out with her gun held up. Kaspar
once again followed close in the rear. Behind the desk, the lobby attendant
dropped to his knees in fear. He reached up for the phone…
    “Don’t.” the woman said. Her tone was strong
enough that the skinny hand left their sight.
    Her pace quickened and Kaspar’s matched her from
behind. Once outside she sprinted towards a black motorcycle parked against the
sidewalk. The woman replaced her hand gun back into the holster inside her
jacket. Kaspar did not know the model of the bike. It had two head lights in
front and a silver inscription which read “Triumph” along the gas tank. The
bike’s sleek design told him that this particular bike must have cost this
woman a small fortune.
    “Get on.” she said. The engine roared to life.
    Kaspar lifted his left leg over the seat cushion
and inched his behind onto the seat. Before his right foot was off the pavement
the bike roared forward. The bike raced like a rocket out of hell. The woman
maneuvered the bike along both sides of traffic. She avoided the cars on either
side with sweeping turns from left to right. The sound of the car horns were
deafened by loud roars of the engine. Kaspar’s grip on the woman tightened. He
could feel the firmness of her breasts along the top of his forearms. He was
never a ladies’ man, yet here he found himself, groping this one and holding on
for dear life.
    Sounds of sirens came from behind. Kaspar heard a
loud curse. The woman turned left down a one way street: going the opposite
way. He closed his eyes and buried his covered head into the woman’s back.
    “Get off me!” she screamed.
    Kaspar moved his head off her head just in time
to see a honking car speed in their direction. The woman veered left onto the
empty sidewalk. She maneuvered back onto the pavement and took the next right.
The two were with traffic once again.
    The sirens returned. The squad car’s tires
screeched along the pavement as its driver took a hard right to follow the bike
in hot pursuit. What now? The woman’s right hand jerked downwards on the
handlebar.