It isn’t long
before I spot a chase below as I fly over the motorway. A red Ferrari swerving
in and out of the lanes with a police car struggling to keep up.
I don’t
hesitate to step in. Given how fast and reckless that Ferrari is driving, it is
only a matter of time before an accident occurs. Possible a fatal one.
I zoom down
and fly along the side driver of the car. The look on the driver’s face is
glorious as he stares at me. Time to give him the warning to stop.
“Please pull
over and stop before anyone gets hurt,” I say to him.
The driver’s
face hardens and he pulls over. Right into me.
Moron.
Doesn’t the
fool understand how tough my armour is and slam into me will cause the vehicle
to break before it even begins to damage the Sentinel armour.
The car’s
frame and door bent inwards and the glass window shatters. The driver screams
in panic and pain as the fragments of glass slice into him.
With another
car in front of us and with us moving at this speed, I have little time to act.
I grab the
car’s bend roof with one hand and the underneath with the other. With the Ferrari
in my grip, I zoom upward, taking the car with me. I then take us over to the
other side of the road and dump the wreck as the police car pulls up by us.
I look at the
driver. He is mostly okay. Other than some shallow cuts from the glass, the
driver has what is probably a broken arm from where he connected with the Sentinel
armour at high speed.
Despite the
fact it had the potential to be much worse, it is still bad enough so that I
have my armour call an ambulance.
“Hello
Sentinel,” says the police officer as he steps out of his car, “Thanks for the
help before anyone else got hurt.”
“You’re
welcome Constable Harvey,” I reply, recognising the man from previous
interactions over the summer, “But I’m afraid the driver here has most likely
suffered a broken arm from when he rammed me at high speed. Other than that, he
has mostly suffered just come glass cuts and shock.”
“Got it
Sentinel,” says Constable Harvey as he walks up to the Ferrari, “Want to know
that started the chase in the first place?”
“I’m judging
that multiple bags of cannabis in the car is the answer,” I reply, my armour
detecting the smell of the drug from a few spots in the car.
“How do you
know that?” ask Harvey.
“My armour has
detected it and I called an ambulance by the way,” I answer as another police
car pulls up and two more officers spill out, “I can detect cannabis there,
there and there. Do note there might be more I haven’t detected yet.”
“Got it
Sentinel,” says Harvey with a grim smile as he starts to search the first of
the three places I pointed out.
“Incoming!”
suddenly says Janelle over the League communicator, “Up and to the east.”
“Excuse me,” I
say to the three officers before activating the rocket pack.
“Give me more
details,” I say to Janelle once I’m in the air.
“Several
scorpion drones have just appeared and are en route to you,” says Janelle, “I’m
picking up more similar signatures. Alerting the League of Heroes and Albion
Defenders.”
Looking to the
east, I can see the incoming drones. A dozen of them if what my armour is
saying is correct and I have no doubt it is. Time to inform the police.
“Inspector
Oakley,” I say as the unofficial Hampshire police liaison to the League of
Heroes answers,
“I have a dozen killer alien robots at my position. Most likely
more are coming.”
I hang up
before he can reply. Better alert the police below me as well.
I drop back
down.
“Hostile
killer robots inbound,” I say before flying back up.
I vaguely hear
Harvey cursing.
Back in the
air again, the drones are much closer now. Close enough for me to lock on with
my shoulder missiles.
A dozen
missiles for a dozen robots, I think as I fire all twelve of my missiles, six
on each shoulder.
Ten of out
twelve hit, the final two dodging the missiles. But I’m ready for that and I
already have my lasers at the ready. Within moments, both remaining drones are
cut in two by lasers mounted on my wrists.
“You said
there was probably more?” I asks Janelle.
“I am picking
multiple clusters of hostiles, but can’t you exact numbers or locations,”
answers Janelle, “They appear to be partially jamming. If it weren’t for the
advanced technology available to me, I would be able to detect them at all.”
“Darn it,” I
curse.
I hear a noise and yelling below. I look down
only to see the cars coming to a halt and people pointing upward.
Either
pointing at me, the drones or something else. I turn around looking for the
next attacker as I hear something behind me.
A mechanical
fist slams into my chest and I go flying into a field at the far side of the
motorway.
Laying on my
back, I look up to see an new and improved version of the Machine looking down
at me from high in the sky.
Not the nice
and quiet patrol I was hoping for.
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