08-01-2018, 03:17 PM
Vitya Lih missed.
His beamed shot rang past its target and curved down the end wall of the room. He banged his shoulder into the coat rack behind him as he took a big step back into the entry corridor. Lih stared warily into the far end of the room.
It seemed the two cannibals were too focused on feeding to notice either silent snipe, or Lih.
"Damn," he said, under his breath; throat rough from the stomach acid.
His heart was beating fast like he was on a chemical rush. The fear was deep in him, lodged like a knife, nicking his ribs, his heart, his lungs, making them deflate so he couldn't draw a proper breath.
Lih lowered his weapon. And tried to lower his breathing rate along with it. His chest was tight.
He sucked air through his teeth and made his railgun safe, then locked it to the carry slot on his suit. The muzzle sensor of Lih's heavy weapon disengaged with the augmented target lens in his left eye. Good. He didn't need the distraction of pairing with the railgun.
The overheads of the club lights were motion sensitive to conserve power, but they didn't light up at all. Why weren't the sensors working? Lih wondered as he clinically appraised his situation. There was some light from the dirt crusted windows reinforced with mesh wire, which formed pale, luminous rectangles on the stained floor.
Stupid. The nerves were making him stupid. He tasted bile in his mouth and swallowed, hard. His railgun was too much gun to use for close interior work. It was tight. No wonder his sensor guided aim couldn't lock on its target properly.
A standard issue pistol --like the one he dropped -- was the preferred clearance weapon of choice. It was a matte black, lightweight, automatic handgun manufactured under CCD contract by defense R&D. Easy to draw, to arm, and to hold in a one hand grip. His trusty personal weapon had rolled to one corner. Its muzzle was all black oil, a dull sheen in the dimness, taunting him.
He reached into his pocket and unpopped the weathercase of his digital wallet. Lih deftly checked its screen and made the correct selection.
Of course he would. That would be the smart thing to do. The approved thing. That would be CCDPD. Hopefully Costa would come soon.
"Backup needed," he sub-vocalized his details into the wallet which picked up his words via the motions of his throat cords. His lens flickered, faintly glowing eyes were trained upon the two shapes in the distance; his hands shaking despite himself.
He dove for his automatic pistol and quickly turned up the pistol gun toward the two men. His movements drew notice from the side wall sensors that flooded the room with fluorescent lighting. Lih's lens red-flagged the sudden movement from the yellow eyed cannibals in front of him, looking at him with interest, exposed in full unflattering light.
Out of the corner of his eyes, movement in the doorway but he didn't move his point of view. His lens already recognized his cover point as neutral. Ally or allies. His CCDPD backup got here quicker than expected.
Lih heard his partner -- recognized his strong voice--behind him telling them to freeze. He turned to face Costa and was about to shout out a warning.
"Yea... Costa! They ... they eat people!"
... when the cannibals made their move.
Vitya Lih
Officer of CCDPD
His beamed shot rang past its target and curved down the end wall of the room. He banged his shoulder into the coat rack behind him as he took a big step back into the entry corridor. Lih stared warily into the far end of the room.
It seemed the two cannibals were too focused on feeding to notice either silent snipe, or Lih.
"Damn," he said, under his breath; throat rough from the stomach acid.
His heart was beating fast like he was on a chemical rush. The fear was deep in him, lodged like a knife, nicking his ribs, his heart, his lungs, making them deflate so he couldn't draw a proper breath.
Lih lowered his weapon. And tried to lower his breathing rate along with it. His chest was tight.
He sucked air through his teeth and made his railgun safe, then locked it to the carry slot on his suit. The muzzle sensor of Lih's heavy weapon disengaged with the augmented target lens in his left eye. Good. He didn't need the distraction of pairing with the railgun.
The overheads of the club lights were motion sensitive to conserve power, but they didn't light up at all. Why weren't the sensors working? Lih wondered as he clinically appraised his situation. There was some light from the dirt crusted windows reinforced with mesh wire, which formed pale, luminous rectangles on the stained floor.
Stupid. The nerves were making him stupid. He tasted bile in his mouth and swallowed, hard. His railgun was too much gun to use for close interior work. It was tight. No wonder his sensor guided aim couldn't lock on its target properly.
A standard issue pistol --like the one he dropped -- was the preferred clearance weapon of choice. It was a matte black, lightweight, automatic handgun manufactured under CCD contract by defense R&D. Easy to draw, to arm, and to hold in a one hand grip. His trusty personal weapon had rolled to one corner. Its muzzle was all black oil, a dull sheen in the dimness, taunting him.
He reached into his pocket and unpopped the weathercase of his digital wallet. Lih deftly checked its screen and made the correct selection.
Of course he would. That would be the smart thing to do. The approved thing. That would be CCDPD. Hopefully Costa would come soon.
"Backup needed," he sub-vocalized his details into the wallet which picked up his words via the motions of his throat cords. His lens flickered, faintly glowing eyes were trained upon the two shapes in the distance; his hands shaking despite himself.
He dove for his automatic pistol and quickly turned up the pistol gun toward the two men. His movements drew notice from the side wall sensors that flooded the room with fluorescent lighting. Lih's lens red-flagged the sudden movement from the yellow eyed cannibals in front of him, looking at him with interest, exposed in full unflattering light.
Out of the corner of his eyes, movement in the doorway but he didn't move his point of view. His lens already recognized his cover point as neutral. Ally or allies. His CCDPD backup got here quicker than expected.
Lih heard his partner -- recognized his strong voice--behind him telling them to freeze. He turned to face Costa and was about to shout out a warning.
"Yea... Costa! They ... they eat people!"
... when the cannibals made their move.
Vitya Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD