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Tsv-06-100 Empire America Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5:	Empire America Chapter Five The next day, after he left Lisa and went to get the chameleon-suit, Madkro ran into trouble. The kind of trouble Netikon warned him about, and the very reason why he needed the chameleon.   A car with 2 strangers followed him and took a few shots at him on the highway as he headed to east Algone. It was night and there weren’t many cars on the road. He was so close to his destination, he took his chances on getting there without losing them. If he could get to the suit in time, and put it on, then he could lose them.   He drove quickly ahead of them, doing his best to stay in the lead. They got in the lane On the left, drove up to his side, and took another shot.  As they did so, he reached the turn-off and took it to the right, off of the highway.    They passed the exit as he as he took it, and had to slow down and make a u-turn on the highway. He had the jump on them, gunned it to the end of the turn-off, and didn’t bother to stop at the sign. He slowed, saw it was clear, turned left, and gunned it up the street to the apartment complex where he’d left some of his possessions in 2000.   The other car turned onto the street and headed his way, just as he turned right into the complex. He zoomed through the complex, turned left, then right again, and then another left, and zoomed to the far corner at the back of the southwest wing.   He quickly parked in the corner, hidden behind another, and left it for the apartment. He Had to move fast, because as soon as they located his car, they’d have a good idea where he was.   He went down the steps, to the basement level, into the hall. There were 3 doors. The ones on the right and left side led to apartments, the one in the middle to a storage cellar. He found the key to the apartment on the right, used it, and stepped inside. It was dark, but he dared not turn the lights on.   He said aloud, as if to remind himself how precarious the situation was, “They’re trying to kill me!”, and accidentally knocked over a lamp from a table by the wall. The bulb smashed and he let out a roar, as if fighting an invisible beast in the dark.   He made his way to the corridor, felt along the wall, went inside, found the closet, opened it, and stepped inside. He felt around, around, found the indentation in the wall he needed, put a finger in, and yanked it away. He quickly put his hands in and found what he had hidden, , the suit that would save his life.   “Thank guard,” he whispered to himself, as he pulled it out from the wall, stepped out of the closet, removed his jacket, and put the suit on over his clothes.   Minutes later, he stepped in front of the mirror, in the dimly lit room, put the helmet on, and tested it. As near as he could see, he vanished in the dark gray atmosphere.   He saw some lights from a car pass the window, collected his wallet, keys, and gun, and quickly left the apartment. He took the door to the storage basement and moved quickly through it, to the right, to the corner, to the left, through the laundry room, which was brightly lit, and out along the hall, to the door leading outside.   He carefully opened the door, stepped out, closed it, and stepped up to the surface-level. He peaked around the bushes and over the porch-steps, toward the corner of the parking-lot where he’d left his car.   There was another car, parked at the corner of the wing, but he could only see the tail-end. The parking lights were on. By the looks of it, they were checking the corner apartments.   He took his chances, put his faith in the suit, and began walking carefully along the grass at the edge of the structure. 2 minutes later, he crept through the bushes at the corner of the structure, and spied the vehicle on the tarmac 10 meters away. One of the guys was sitting in it, the other couldn’t be seen from where he was.   He relaxed and waited patiently. Once they realized they couldn’t find him, the other would return to the car and he’d have them both in his cross-hairs if he wanted. He removed his gun from the inside of the suit and got ready.   After a wait of almost 10 minutes, the other guy appeared to his left, walking stealthily along the grass with his gun half-cocked. Madkro took careful aim, waited, and fired. The guy was hit in the leg and went down. Madkro stepped around the corner, as the guy began firing blindly in his direction. As a bullet hit the wall around the corner, the other guy had stepped out of the car and took aim from the other side.   “Where is he?” he shouted.   “The bushes!” the injured one yelled.   Madkro slipped along the wall, through the bushes, and ran quickly out onto the tarmac.   “I don’t see him!” the one behind the car said.   “Just shoot! Shoot!” the other said, and took another shot into the dark himself.   Madkro carefully stepped out onto the tarmac, aimed at the one by the car, and fired. He hit the guy in the leg, like the first, and the man tumbled to the tarmac.   “That should slow them,” Madkro decided, and ran swiftly to the corner of the lot, to his car. Seconds later, he drove quickly away, as the two injured hit-men crawled into their car in pain and attempted to follow.   Madkro had no difficulty getting away this time, and had lost them completely minutes later. As he did so, he decided he needed a change of vehicles as soon as possible.     [Back]     [Next]