“Base..... you are NOT going to believe me on this, but a Chasstech 9000 hovercycle... just shot past me without a rider. Do they have autopilot functions..?” the officer didn’t know whether to call search and rescue or find out what was going on with the bike.
Gotta find some pain relievers, yes.. he fumbled in the console of his vehicle for two Onzip 20’s and tried telling himself he was seeing things.
The console systems beeped at him in mild contrarian disagreement.
Groaning, his day had just gotten worse.
What was that following him with the horrible flashing lights that were worse than a troubadour outfit?
And what was with the hideous whining it made, it sounded like a Norkell lowing on the moors!
He looked over his shoulder at the, vehicle he guessed as it had an occupant, and stared.
“See me.” -a command, not a plea or a request.
The Order protect me!
Spoilers, airbrakes, and grav-resistors kicked in as the law enforcement interceptor slammed to a gut wrenching halt.
The officer got out, and threw his hat while running his hands through his hair.
Never in all his years on the force had he seen someone melt out of the air and into visibility like that.
And never had he heard them TELL him he would see them, let alone tell him while doing two hundred meh an hour without a helmet or quickcomms.
He considered taking the desk job he had been offered, he was close to retirement after all.
He was getting too old for this.
Karsh turned back to the road and sighed, he was getting too old for this.
He was a ghost, this was true, and the pain of the memory never left.
But he had purpose.
And he would fulfill it... or die trying?
His laugh was heard from mountaintop to town below.
Did you just write that?
That Karsh is really a happening dude!