Steeled Spies #2: Off The Streets, Into the Sanctum
Out of the Firing Line & Into the Fire...
Agent Roger Steele had eyes for the street patrol as he slammed the gearshift’s blood-red button. Out came the twin carguns from beneath the Charger. With tires screaming, he kicked the brakes down and leaned on the throttle, the floor trigger clicking into place as mighty red laser fire tore into the floating silver machine, the electric beat cop reading its clumsy riot act.
“H-H-Halt. Halt. You have violated curfew in this sector.”
Miss Lucille Devenreux, on the other hand, took on the beast at their back. The second autocop bolted from alley, racing towards the black muscle car as the fair-furred gal swung herself out the car window. Sharp-eyed behind the iron sights, each pull of the Mauser’s trigger made its mark, the hover engines taking blow after blow. Just as she was working her third of four, she felt a sharp-clawed hand rip her back into the car. Devenreux fell back in the seat, Steele’s puma now loose on the streets. The autocop in the alley surged forward into the other, both detonating in a colossal blue fireball.