Seneca Rebel
44

“GUN IT!” I was panting, but he was right there with me and didn’t ask a thing until we’d peeled out of the station.

“What is it?!”

The Prius took off up the circular highway entrance ramp.

“The search– it’s gone full force.”

“How?”

Before I had the chance to answer, an ominous buzz rained down on us. Through the rear windshield we saw a swarm of twelve football-size helicopter drones headed straight for us. We hit the friction of the shoulder.

Dom whipped his head back around, gripped the wheel and swerved off the shoulder back onto black, nearly nailing a freight truck as we merged onto the highway. My head spun between hanging on as we wove in and out of traffic and tracking the swarm of drones that was closing in behind us.

Panic alarms were going off in my head, but at the same time I focused on my conscious agenda. I could run codes to change any quantum computing system in the world, and this was the time I needed to make it happen.

Game time.

“Gun it! I’ll get us connected to these suckers.”

“Doro–”

“Just drive, Dom, I got this!”

And he did, as I huddled over my flexer and locked into the zone. I smashed through screen after screen, feverishly drilling code into the communication-crowded airwaves, determined to access the network those drones were on. They had multi-layered shields on them, but I just kept pounding, trying every access code I could. Pain radiated up my forearm. I shook my right hand to ward off the burning onset of Carpal Tunnel.

Dom careened through cars and trucks doing about fifty now with the drones right behind us. Dizziness set in as my eyes went from the road to my flexer.

“Ughh.” I squeezed the bridge of my nose.

“What, what?!”

“I’m just a little car sick.”

Dom gave me a look that might have been comical if the whole situation hadn’t been so crazy. He yanked the wheel to squeeze between two cars to the clear lane on the far right.

Pop! “Ahhh!” Dom shouted as one of our rear tires was shot out and we skidded back across two lanes. A horn blared as the truck it was attached to swerved to miss us. Dom tugged at the wheel as he gunned it. Sixty miles per hour and climbing, the awol tire’s metal rim grinding into the asphalt.

The drones flew out in front of us. A red beam shot down on each of our faces. Dom tried to swerve out of the beam, but it was locked on us. I didn’t take focus off my flexer, “Just a few more–”

“We don’t have a few more!” Dom yelled.

Sparks spewed up from the tire rim.

Boom! I was in the drone network. “Got it!” I’d cracked their code, and reprogrammed them to take command from my flexer.

Pop! Another tire blew– the front left. The car screeched back across the highway and rammed the rail on the inner shoulder. Dom yanked the steering wheel the other way and the car fishtailed, flipped up onto its driver’s side, slid about ten yards, then slammed down, landing on its roof and skidding about thirty yards more before coming to a stop, upside down in a ditch.

My hair swept the car’s ceiling as I twisted my head to get my bearings. I peered in Dom’s direction. He’d been super jostled by the impact, and had been knocked out but was coming to. “Dom! Dom, come on, we gotta get out of here!”

I scanned for an exit plan. The roof was flattened halfway, the windows all smashed. Dom’s side was covered in blood, his head severely gashed by broken glass. Two cars of concerned witnesses pulled over to the shoulder and stopped above the concrete ditch we were in. I held my flexer to my mouth. “Activate sunglass flexer mode.” My flexer blinked three times and morphed into black shades, I put them on, undid my seatbelt and tumbled out with a thud. It knocked the wind out of me, but I powered through it. Gasping for breath, I got up on my knees and picked broken glass out of my bloody palms.

“They got us, Doro. They got us!”

“No way!” I reached for his seatbelt. “Ready?” He painfully nodded.

Click. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.

I pushed at his shoulder. “Out the window!”

He groaned in pain and pulled himself through the crunched glass. I trailed after him. He collapsed onto the debris-caked cement. It stuck to his blood and sweat-drenched forehead.

“Y’all okay down there?!” A man called from just up the hill.

He kept glancing from us to the drones above us.

“You shouldn’t stay here,” I yelled back, knowing that just being near us could put an innocent bystander in danger.

“We’ve flexed for help! They’re on the way.”

This poor nice guy. He didn’t know there was no such thing as help right now, but he was definitely freaked out by the hovering drones.

Dom’s eyes squeezed tightly closed, and he winced from the pain, using shallow breaths to control it. I wiped the blood from his face with the sleeve of my newly acquired sweater.

It was only seconds before the rumble of more airborne predators infiltrated our sound-space. Dom and I looked at each other. In that moment, without uttering a sound, we both knew this would either be our end, or a new beginning. Dom hedged his bets. “Doro, please, I need you to look out for my family, get them to Seneca...” He forced himself to his feet.

“Dom, what are you doing?”

He didn’t reply, but for a guy who’d just had the daylights knocked out him, he gave off a powerful vibe. He turned and focused on the hard line that separated the road from its neighboring forest of half-naked November trees that ran parallel to the ditch as far as the eye could see. He pointed into the woods, “Go that way, and don’t look back.”

“Dom, don’t you do anything–”

“You got this, Doro!” And with that, he bolted up the hill from the ditch and ran full speed, down the outside shoulder.

“Dom!”

He couldn’t hear me as he ran straight into the oncoming enemy cyclone. This guy had a thing about putting his own life in harm’s way to protect mine.

During my second week at Seneca I had practiced force field science in the defense-tech lab in mathematics applications session. I knew if I could transfer the energy from Dom’s flexer with mine as the control center, I could utilize the drone network to form a shield over us. It was a long shot and time was running out. I ran up the hill and looked down into the oncoming traffic, in the direction of the drone fleet. “Activate virtual keypad,” I commanded my flexer. Three, two, one, bam, the iridescent orange keys appeared and floated in the mist-thick, brisk air, two feet in front of my chest. I didn’t miss a beat. Punching commands at the speed of light, I was rocking my coding maneuvers inside the drone network faster and harder than I even knew I could. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The deathly rumble closed in, rattling me from my toes to the tip of my head as cars whizzed by on the highway. It became a deep, wicked roar.

Dom must have tapped into some reserve adrenaline supply, because I could see that he made it far, fast. He looked back over his shoulder to me as he ran, and frantically threw his arms out to signal me to go into the woods, but I wasn’t bailing on him. No freaking way.

I pumped the air buttons in one seriously hardcore last-ditch effort, commanding the creation of a shield formation over my positional coordinates, and covering one hundred yards to my north, which was how far away Dom was by then.

The vibrations from the imposing threat felt like an earthquake. Pieces of glass popped off the cement like Mexican jumping beans. The Ghost Barrel rotorcraft fleet were in view now, dwarfing the oncoming traffic to toy car status. Six Ghost Barrels– silver and black robot driven vessels with ten-foot wingspans capped in spherical propulsion fans, flew straight towards us from the direction we had just come. The big dogs had been called in. And my coding was coming up short. The drones weren’t responding to my commands.

Dom abruptly stopped in his tracks on the road’s shoulder. He threw his hands over his ears, as his clothing rippled from the sickeningly powerful mechanized winds. Something invisible slammed him to his stomach pinning him to the ground. One Ghost Barrel stayed on him, holding him pinned against the pavement, the rest kept on moving toward me.

Ghost Barrel fleets were known for taking out entire villages in an instant. They were built from weather and crash-proof superalloy materials, armed with the most extreme assault weaponry. They would incinerate us, destine us to air pollution duty, using our remains to quicken the demise of our dear Planet Earth. It could happen to Dom and myself in less than ten seconds. I dropped to my knees. Bowed my head in defeat, knowing I’d done all I could.

Suddenly the swarm of drones spread out into a dome correlation along the shoulder of the highway that extended from over my head to Dom’s limp body. It created a whirlpool-like pull on us and all the debris nearby. Their bending light, sound and energy deflected all outside signals and materials. Through the blur of it all, I could see the Ghost Barrel fleet do a 180 in perfect formation, and fly back in the opposite direction. The shield I had created with the drones kept the Ghosts from being able to trace us. Their menacing purr made the hair on my neck stand up, sending shivers through my shoulders. And off they flew, hopefully right back to where they came from, with the message that we meant business, too. Was I excited? Sure. But I knew better than to celebrate prematurely. First things first. I had to get up from my knees and on to my feet. And then figure out what our next move would be.

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