Chapter 7

 *** Ariel Studios ***

 A man sat at an executive swivel chair his black tuxedo and intimidating iron mask all served to give him a rather frightening appearance he was staring back and forth with a hot mug of black coffee between a monitor showing the player progress and the other showed the steady increase in the number of views he had. His mind flashed back to when his viewers dwindled dangerously low because of the insane comment made by a mere teenager, well it was he indeed whonput his henchman on the job of getting he and his brother over for him to determine their fate, he frowned from within his mask even as he remembered he had received a call from the bastard telling him that he had mistakenly shot the trollop then he explicitly ordered him to make sure he was completely dead and the son of a cabbage farmer assured him that the bullet had gone through his heart only for him to find out later to his utter dismay that his trollop has alive and well! He lodged a bullet in his Numbskull after calling him incompetent as his punishment, he never forgives and more often than not forget even now his bottled up fury threatened to burst open and he found solace only by looking at his now healthy number of viewers with a wry smile on his face hidden by the mask, if this player could keep it up, he would make sure to grace him with his presence he thought and concentrated on Cyber Soldier. 

 Trenton changed gears to give him a further burst of speed. 

 " ETA thirty seconds " she informed him and his lips tightened in a grim line '"exactly 150mph"' Veronica had said yet his primitive side kept screaming at him to floor it however too early won't give him the desired effect, too late and he might miss him! This had to be just perfect. 

 " Ten seconds! " 

 " Duly noted " he murmured. 

 " five!"

 " four!"

 " three!"

 " two!"

 " one!!"

 He shot out suddenly in an intersection and on spotting Foxx jammed his foot on the accelerator and lifted his handbrake, that did the trick sending his pick up in a wide centrifugal motion eventually getting into the calculated desired position blocking off Foxx's path. He was just slowing down when Foxx crashed into the pick up's flank and shot off his bike from the impact, limbs flailing he careened over the pick up and slammed head first into the hard asphalt swaying the pickup slightly. As soon as it balanced on its four wheels a door flew open and a hand reached out and retrieved the briefcase on the floor. 

 " Target Computers online permission to fire " Veronica prompted, he looked out his left side window and spotted several headlights of the other cars his back was to the direction he had to go that means he'd have to reverse drive for now till he had time to turn himself around. 

 " Fire! Oh and make sure you take out that bird in the sky" he said referring to Nighthawk who was also closing in it looks like the pickup was nearly engulfed in flames as it unleashed all manner of small projectiles it's had and loaded the MG15 which raised it's barrel mechanically and when it fired it sounded like a mechanical engine that was tearing itself apart. A missile hit Nighthawk square in the chest and but for his suit he would have died, the blast disintegrated his suit and ripped off one of his wings any aerodynamics he had were gone and he dropped like a stone. The first row of cars approaching soon got heated bullets lodged in their fuel tanks and got caught up in flames, Trenton taking that as his cue revved the engine which gave a weak cough and spurred to life, switching his gear to reverse he smashed the accelerator and sped off. 

 Over the live stream; " wonderful performance from this player! The presenter shrieked in excitement. 

 " Successful termination list; Mecha, Jack Newman, O'Neil, Slubberdone, Vycan and cage. 

 " Failed attempts; Nighthawk and Sinister Foxx! Now he just have to evade the cops long enough to deliver the package and claim the reward. 

 Trent did a mad thirty miles dash to avoid the cops who had began calling in reinforcements and ditched the pickup afterwards approaching the cemetery on foot, on getting there he did as he was told and dropped it at the required spot then turned and walked away behind him he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the briefcase. When he had opened up some distance between him and the cemetery he scanned for any watching devices, satisfied he deactivated his suit and hailed a taxi. He hurried back to work to meet a relieved Zach because there would have been a row if their Voss had found out. 

 " How'd your little outing go?" He asked. 

 " I feel much better thanks" 

 "No problem if you can't help a friend then you aren't much of a friend yourself" Zach replied. 

 That moment he got a text from their boss " Trent I need you to get to Madison Avenue and get some info on what the heck happened there, the cops are on it but I want it in our paper" the text read. 

 He remembered having a feeling of elation as that was one of the places where they had their little foray and with any luck the cops might find something that raise some questions, he had switched to a full time job there since his brother's abduction and he needed work to help him keep his mind occupied this was his opportunity to bring Ariel Studios and their shady game into focus.