Into the Fire

‘… of Heroes and the Misunderstood’, a continuing Serial Six, co-written by Clark at The Wakefield Doctrine and myself here. To bring yourself up to date, click on the first link above where you will find all other previous parts.

Now, the story continues…

Racing through Whitechapel, chasing a helicopter… this wasn’t exactly what I envisioned when I left my old life behind and hooked up with the Co-ordination… sitting with an attractive lady, now that’s another thing, and she seems to be liking my company too… maybe I should leave this life behind as well, and run off with Rue here to, ‘Iceland,’ Rue DeNite snapped Moonbeam out of his emerging fantasy abruptly, shaking him to his core, ‘do you think they’re going to Iceland?’

‘Huh… wha…’ Moonbeam shook himself and took control of the vehicle again, passing the sixth road that had been closed with temporary barriers, ‘that’s odd… Iceland,’ he was still a little confused, ‘yeah… dunno… why?’

Rue, sitting in the passenger seat, flicked through the Mooncross Industries brochure she’d picked up from her earlier meeting, thinking out loud, ‘why go to the airport in a helicopter… they have to be planning to go somewhere further… I’m guessing they’re going to Iceland.’

Moonbeam realised the roads were now deserted, not another vehicle had passed them since he cut across the two lanes of traffic earlier, and he drove passed another closed road. ‘Sounds plausible,’ he replied, frowning.

They both caught sight of the helicopter lights through the rain in the dark sky ahead, the display on the screen beside the steering wheel showing two dots almost overlapping each other on a street view, confirming they were now keeping up with their target.

In the distance, the sky appeared to be a glowing orange, ‘something isn’t right, Rue,’ Moonbeam said calmly, ‘we may just be about to jump out of the frying pan, and into the fire.’

Posted for Six Sentence Stories. Denise’s prompt word this week is Core.