Free The Rising Sun: Episode 5 by J Hawk Page B

Mantra had his
sword out and ignited in a flash, and he launched into action…
     
    Zevinog felt his jaw drop lower and lower
still as he watched, stunned. If he hadn’t met and communicated
with mystics before in his life, this sight would have half killed
him with shock: the short old man had landed amidst the batch of
Rash-cons. Then, he had dissolved behind a violent swirl of orange
light as he spun his sword at lightspeed, blocking the shots they
sent at him, and cutting through them all at he same time…
     
    Within three mere seconds, the dozen or so
Rash-cons littered the elegantly tiled floor of his office, their
chopped parts still steaming with an orange glow where the mystic’s
sword had cut it. The mystic lay bent on the ground, his white eyes
stalled on the wreckage of robot parts around the floor, his sword
held out on one hand … shining in bright orange, and leaving wisps
of a vapour like substance to fill the air around it.
     
    Wrenching himself from the shock, Zevinog
sprang into motion…
     
    Mantra slowly doused his blade, and let his
white eyes rise over the scene before him. He watched the target,
the crime lord, vanish behind a supposed emergency door that had
been right beside him. As he disappeared behind it, the door
instantly slid shut. Mantra leaped across the room and reached the
door. There was a digitpad by the side of the door, with a password
required to open it.
     
    Mantra held up his left hand and summoned a
gush of his mystical energy. The wall around the door cracked and
blasted apart as the door broke and flew forward. He peered into
long corridor emerging behind, and saw that the crime lord was
faster than he appeared: he had disappeared behind a bend that came
at the far end of the corridor.
     
    Well, good luck, where you’re heading. thought Mantra. You’ll probably need it.
     
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    Zevinog tore down the corridor, bending and
twisting along with it. This emergency passageway led him directly
to the vehicle pod at the other end of this large floor, where his
ship awaited.
     
    Keeping one hand steady over the Sparkler
hanging by his belt, Zevinog sailed down the corridor, running
faster than he had ever run his entire life.
     
    That man … That mystic …
     
    Zevinog knew who he was. He was a one of them . One of the fabled enemies of the Xeni … the
Nyon .
     
    Deep down, after signing up to work for the
Xeni, he should have expected this. He had been too blind not
to.
     
    He arrived at the end of the long corridor,
and burst into the large platform that hung at the edge of the
floor. A large, majestic ship sat right ahead of him, painted in a
shining dark black.
     
    As he arrived before the ship, a large ramp
fell out from the bottom of the craft, landing right before him. He
flew up the ramp, stopping only when he reached the hull. But as
his eyes fell over the inside of the hull, he felt what was left of
the blood in his face drain it completely.
     
    Nano and a group of ten watchmen stood
leaning by the wall inside of the hull, gazing serenely at the
crime lord they had expected to come bursting in here anytime now.
Dantox stood leaning by the wall at the very back, casually
watching the proceedings with a smile.
     
    As Zevinog stood stiffened before them, Nano
stepped forward before the man. He had to suppress a sudden, mad
urge to throttle the inhumane, unremorseful creature before him. He
certainly would have, if not for the sad fact that they needed him
alive. To tell them where the ten bombs were, and lead them to
it.
     
    As the crime lord stood rooted to the spot,
Nano took a final step forward upto him swung his fist across. It
smacked the man with a quiet thud across his face, sending
him flying back. The unconscious body hit the ramp and rolled down,
coming to a mundane stop at its foot.
     
     
    As Zevinog slowly came around, he found
himself back in his office. But the atmosphere he woke up to, in
the office, was a completely different