Dragging Alec into it

 

Chapter Two:

The line up at the checkpoint was impressive. Alec slowed to a stop and looked back at Max and Biggs.

"You ready…?" Alec turned to Max, grinning slyly, his look confessing the guilty pleasure he was finding.

"Aren’t I always?" Max smirked at him.

Biggs opened his mouth to say something, but just shook his head and drove forward, leaving Max and Alec to exchange excited grins. They finally had an organization, a system of defense…an opportunity to kick ass in the daylight.

Max let her ninja roar, and tossed her hair behind her back.

Following Biggs, Alec pulled up to the crossbar as Biggs pulled out his Jam Pony I.D. badge.

"Jam Pony Messenger." Max called out.

Alec let his engine rev and pulled out his ID as well.

"We’ve got a pick up for Harbor Lights hospital." The bar was lifted immediately and with one last furtive smirk at each other, they kicked their bikes into gear and started to push for speed.

Following the siren’s sound, Max motioned to Biggs to go around, and she followed Alec to as they swung around the corner.

They saw the transgenic immediately…an albino running from the cops isn’t that hard to pick up on. Alec grinned slightly and grabbed up a long metal chain laying over a fence.

As they neared their goal, there were two police cars at an angle, ready to block off the street to any traffic that might come that way and providing a potential barrier to the transgenic their esteemed colleagues were after. Standing next to their cars next to the open door, arms resting on the hoods. Their guns were ready to fire at anything at any moment.

Well, anything in front of them, that is.

Hearing the engines behind them, the sector police started to turn, but they weren’t fast enough. Alec’s foot flew out, slamming the full force his speed into the car door, crushing the cop between the door and the jam. He smiled at the sound of Max doing the same thing on the other side. And then the kept the game going.

The engines fired up and they were gone again. Alec saw Biggs closing in from the other direction, kicking and punching out every obstacle in his sight. Alec nodded his head to the right, and Biggs nodded, seeing his motion, even from a distance.

Gaining on cops in pursuit, Alec let his chain unfurl and whipped it in a tight arc, taking out one in a downward stroke and letting the follow-through clip the gun hand of the next, the end wrapping around the man’s wrist. Alec yanked back, sending the gun flying, and the cop to the ground. Ahead of him, Max was pulling the albino onto her bike, but behind her, there was movement.

White. Biggs was on his way toward her, but wouldn’t make it in time. Swiveling his bike faster than it was probably supposed to turn, he kicked it up to speed…and headed straight for White, wrapping his chain around his hand as he went.

Hearing Alec’s approach from one side and Biggs’ from the other, White turned to meet Alec first, head-on. Pulling back on the trigger, White stared into the steady green eyes, feeling more fear than he would ever admit.

As White pulled the trigger, Alec threw his body sideways, bringing his motorcycle toppling sideways as the shot fired. He pushed on his legs, jumping clear of the wreckage as the motorcycle skidded across the pavement into White, who had to dive forward to try to clear it.

Biggs’ was on them then, kicking White as he swerved to hook arms with Alec, pulling him onto his own motorcycle. Alec packed an iron punch into a cop that couldn’t seem to get enough and drew his gun as Biggs’ accelerated to catch up with Max.

Four shot rang out.

All police vehicles were disabled at that point.

Four more shots rang out.

They missed.