Talk:Where Legal Eagles Dare: An Opco Boone Adventure: Difference between revisions

The KPI explosives were primed. The detonation timer on the dash ticked down: ''5:30 and counting.''  

Boone wrestled with the wheel. The rig groaned and screamed under the colossal Gs as it re-vectored to the north. ''Come on, you brute, come on ...''. The rig leveled up. The Gs eased off. Five clicks yonder, Boone could see operations outpost in the crosshairs, shimmering in the hot desert air. ''Your chickens are coming home to roost, my operational friends.'' He stomped on the metal. The monstrous diesel turbines screamed. The rig thundered forward.

''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE'' — A bloodied fist grabbed the running board. Kurzweil hung on for his life, for his cause, for his ''honour''. At first, it was all he could do, just to keep his hold and stop himself being swept beneath the monstrous wheels as they pounded against the dirt, inches from his ear. He clenched his buttocks as the dirt roadway grated and pummeled him all over.

But slowly, he hauled himself back into the game. He got a second hold. He fist-jammed in the wheel-arch. He executed a switch-grip, squirrel-jumped onto the grille, dragged himself up onto the hood, heel-hooked and established a firm boot-hold on the chassis. He clambered up like a limpet He edged around the towards cabin door.  ''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE.''

The timer ticked past 4:45.

The rig roared. Kurzweil snagged a crimp on the aerial mount. He traversed along the running board, edging with his toes, keeping his weight balanced. He ducked his head beneath the overhang, below Boone’s sightline out of the window.

 

The timer ticked past 4:15.

Boone’s comlink crackled. “Heads up Boone: you got company.”

Georgie’s dirt-bike burst into view off a low ridge, exploding through scrubland and pulled wheelie.   

Kurzweil came again, but this time Boone was braced for him. An elbow to the cheek knocked the operations commando back, cracking his head against the stanchion. Boone clamped him, but the Operations man kept swinging. He got Boone by the throat: ''chokehold''. He gripped like a vice. “''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE … BOONE''”