Looking for A Knight of Goodness Part 3
15 Aug 2020Creamy Goodness III
Raising his hands felt like a good first move and Creamy did so before the security officer’s eyes had a chance to widen. His partner was much quicker on the uptake and already had her gun levelled at Creamy. She was on coms to security control instantly. “Officer Four Six Three requesting weapons live at maglev station C Thirty”
The other officer barked the usual orders at Creamy while he whipped a pair of cuffs from their holster. Creamy complied slowly, he could feel the hum of a train arriving. In a very few moments, the platform would be alive with people not knowing what was going on.
“We didn’t do it you know, I don’t even know what ship exploded” Said Creamy, sill with his hands in the air backing away towards the wall as he was ordered, ignoring the turnaround part for now. He was moving to his right a little to put the man in front of his partner with the weapon.
“Shut it Imp. I said turnaround before I beat the shit out of your slave-owning ass” Snarled the officer reaching for Creamys’ wrist.
“Oh” thought Creamy “That old chestnut”
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Alison sat in the carriage on the way to check out the tip she got about a junk shop that got raided in the warrens. She was reviewing her footage from the docks interviews. It was all good Random Joe stuff, but mostly pilots’ moaning about not being allowed to take off. They were peppered with the odd wild theories about why the ship exploded, and how the two men had died. No one she had talked with had seen more than the smoke of the destroyed ship. Background with no hook was not a story.
“A station of a thousand stories and all I get is cargo haulers moaning about missing deadlines” she said to the floor.
Deadlines. Why did she have to remind her self of that? If she didn’t get something good soon, another deadline was going to pass without a story and that meant another light paycheck. Alison winked off her cybernetic eyes’ replay. The train was slowing and navigating the crowd was tricky enough without five video windows open. There were always idiots trying to board before people had stopped getting out the doors. There used to be a time when all a journalist had to do was hang around the Galactic Bar, film, and interview anyone that was still conscious after the dust had settled.
Alison noticed the crowd didn’t flow the way it usually did when the maglevs’ doors opened. Allison, annoyed, looked up from her slate to see what was holding everyone up. Security were arresting someone on the platform. They were selfishly getting in the way of people trying to use the maglev station. Just as the officer was about to cuff the man in the terrible bandana and clothes that didn’t fit, something quick happened. That’s all Alison could say about it. Somehow, the guy had the officer in an arm lock and had snapped the cuffs around the officers’ wrist.
Now the guy was taking cover behind the cuffed officer while his partner was trying to get a clear shot. The crowd was split between entertained and running away. Alison took a moment to ID the man, it didn’t take long for her implants to return a positive result. He was one of the men wanted for murdering a Yaz and Harris while they were in custody. Creamy Goodness. Alison couldn’t believe her luck and cursed herself for not starting her eye-cam recording as soon as she saw something newsworthy.
Her cam activated in time to catch the shorter officer change from her gun, to her mace canister. Goodness hid behind the man he had cuffed and put his hand in the way of the chemical jet lunging at the woman. He hit her in the face with his chemical soaked hand. He hadn’t hit her hard, he just rubbed her face with his wet hand while he kept hold of the other end of the cuffs. There was some sort of leg sweep that Alison would have to watch the replay to catch, and Goodness cradled the female officers’ head so she didn’t crack her skull when she hit the floor. The man didn’t get any such attention.
Alison didn’t think that was the sort of thing a murderer capable of getting in, and out of a security station would do. The two security officers were on the floor cuffed together wrist to ankle, and Goodness had stopped to apologise to them before launching himself straight towards Alison. She took a half step back and her breath caught in her throat. Just as Alison was about to try and take cover, a fellow passenger drew a gun and took a shot at Goodness.
He was only trying to board the train, and the guy with the gun had made Goodness anchor himself on a support column to stop himself, and then take cover for a moment. She turned her head to get the gunman in the video she was recording and tracked him as he lent out the train to take another shot at the Goodness man. Goodness had tried to board the train a few carriages down, but a few more shots from the have-a-go-hero forced him to take cover again.
Goodness was out of sight now, and Alison wasn’t about to get in the line of fire to get him in line of sight again. Quickly she ran down the carriage shoving people out the way as she went. The driver had obviously decided he wasn’t waiting at the station for the requisite one minute thirty seconds because the doors shut and the train started moving.
“No no no NO. Stop the damn train!” Shouted Alison as if the Driver could hear her. “I just got a story worth following ass hole”
She got a good shot of Goodness launch himself up the platform exit ramp like Shock Cannon shell. She could swear he made a good fourteen feet leap, closely followed by a few laser bolts that came from the gunman that was on the platform now. Alison collapsed onto the nearest seat when the maglev tube cut off her view as the train picked up speed. She let her head fall back on the headrest and started reviewing the footage. Now she had a story, and a new angle to investigate.