Page 56 of Crucified By the Dark
“Lady Luck, lock in on….” Morry tapped the screen, and a small circle appeared around the guy on the hill. “Fire as soon as we are within reach.”
“Locked on target.”
“I had no idea Lady could do all this,” Jeremy said, then swore as a bullet bounced off his window with a hard bang.
“I prefer no one ever knows the full extent of what this vehicle can do. She would be very dangerous in the wrong hands.” Turning back to the target, she counted the yards and watched him shake the obviously clogged weapon. That’s what you got when you bought cheap crap. The man’s eyes went wide as the Hummer caught air coming over the dune where he was parked. His hands stilled as he stared at the black vehicle, and the next moment, he lay dead on the ground.
Morry cranked the wheel and raced back down the hill toward the group of bikers closing in on the gates.
“Shit.” Jeremy ducked as another bullet hit the window. This one left a mark.
Morry touched the windshield. “Lock guns on these targets.”
“Locked. Firing range in five seconds, four, three, two.”
“Fire.”
The gun firing rattled the Hummer as she raced around the front group. They couldn’t travel as fast as the Hummer on the softer surface. Bikes, ORVs, and people looked like game pieces as they flew off their vehicles or slumped as the bullets found them. She touched on another area, focusing on the biggest threats.
“These ones next,” she said and veered the Hummer off in their direction.
Some chased them, and the bullets sounded like stones as more tried to stop the Hummer’s rampage through their ranks.
She looked over at Jeremy. “We only had a live person to do this before the tech advanced. The tech in this Lady is what makes her so deadly. One day, I can see the movieTerminatorcoming true.”
“Fuck,” Jeremy yelled as a motorcycle ran into his door with a loud thump. The Hummer shifted sideways as the bike and rider flew over the roof while blood and other liquids hit the window. Jeremy turned in his seat and stared at the carnage left in their wake.
Morry shook her head as if to physically rid herself of the old memories as they clawed at her. “There will be a place in my heart,” she sang. “Where your tears carved a mark. There is a place beside me that will never be filled.” She wheeled around more bikes and more bodies were left behind. “I wish I could care.” She hummed the rest of the song that Kes and Ringo had written. She was on autopilot, visualizing where to go next and how to get there without getting trapped.
“I like that,” Jeremy said.
She looked at him as she spun the Hummer in a tight circle for another pass.
“What’s that?”
“The song you were singing. I don’t know it, but I like it.”
“It’s called ‘I Wish I Could Care’. A couple of the guys in the unit wrote it. They were always singing.”
“Ammunition reaching critical lows,” Lady Luck said.
“How many rounds are left?” Morry stared at the screen, still showing way too many. There were more than a couple hundred. They must have been amassing this for a long fucking time. Cops, FBI, and all the other acronyms didn’t like it when large groups of bikes moved around. This would’ve ended up on her radar.
“Fifty rounds left.”
“Shit. How many targets?”
“One hundred and sixty-four unwounded, sixty-one wounded, and twenty-seven critically wounded. One hundred and eight deceased.”
“Jesus Christ, this is a bloodbath,” Jeremy mumbled as they stopped and stared at all the bodies strewn about the sand. “The cops are going to show up. Someone has to have seen or heard something, even out here.”
“No, they won’t.”
Jeremy looked over, and she lifted a shoulder slightly.
“I pay the local cops to turn a blind eye, and this spot is blank on the satellites.”
“Yeah, okay, I don’t even want to know how you did that.”
