Green Dreams - Part three

Minutes felt like years as they stared up the rickety subway stairs at the imposing police force.

Two 6-ft tall Cerberus MK4 units stood on either side of the single human male. Each division is made of three parts. Two metal heads and one boss. A boss is a human with a computer wired brain. They rarely talk. It's thought that the link to the metal heads takes up so much space in their head that it renders them virtually inhuman. Insane. And In Control of any situation.

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The two metal dogs stared unflinchingly through dark glass eyes. Above each shoulder was a Gatling turret capable of tearing through human flesh like a dull knife through butter.

A brief whisper in the distance resulted in a whirring that parting the metal sea; the boss walked lazily down the steps with the swagger of a champion boxer entering a ring undefeated.

"I see you managed to pull an innocent into your scheming, Antwerp." his voice was low and deep.

"Was it not enough to get seven, or was it eight people killed yesterday?"

Anna's companion shuddered, making a forward movement.

"You did that. The ambassador was nothing more than a courier." Chip chirped with an odd rhythm. "He did not deserve to die."

"Everyone dies. Even you, I'm afraid."

A quick hand motion, a glint of silver from above.... shit was about to hit the fan.

She pressed the IMAGE button on the metal appendage that used to be her right arm, causing a small distortion field to appear before her. Anna could see out but no one could see in. It wasn't a forcefield or an actual shield, but it might be enough to fool the metal morons.

She was just in time to see the turrets flash.

"I couldn't save him." she thought. Hole after hole appeared in Chip's brown cloak, black underclothing, and white skin graft. After a minute the high pitched squealing stopped, revealing a cloud of dust where her friend had been.

In an instant she was on her knees, a single tear falling on the slime covered stone.

The cloud cleared, but Chip was no longer there. Someone else was though. Another Cerberus unit? This one was taller, stockier, instead of black orbs his eyes glowed red. His white and silver body gleamed brilliantly. And there, on the side of his left arm was the marking MK5.

Suddenly, loudly, Chip's voice boomed as if coming from the heavens themselves.

"Cerberus is not a police force! The red train yard will free the MK units from your brainwashing!"

The guns fired again, briefly, then Chip turned and fired back. Two tiny missiles flared golden against twin chrome bodies. A brilliant flash. Planets of chrome exploding like supernovas.

"I am sorry brothers. But fear not.... the MK5 are incorruptible." Chip turned towards his partner and extended a metal appendage. Thumbs up.

The boss laughed sarcastically.

"You've won then?"

In that instant the device went off. No one had seen him plant it, but of course they had arrived first. Plenty of time.

Chip's body shattered in a thousand pieces like an ice sculpture struck by a bowling ball.

Anna reached for her MECH arm.

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The appendage was heavy but handy. It only held one bullet, a .50 caliber. It had never failed.

With a bang, the boss was down.

The metal heads were gone.

Chip was a pile of shards.

"I'm cold. So incredibly cold." Absent-mindedly she scratched her chest, pulling back a blood soaked cuff. It was bad.

Chip's disfigured head laid haphazardly on the pile of metal bits... the only part still somewhat intact.

"An..a. Key... card."

His head turned in a epileptic frenzy, faster and faster.... then suddenly it stopped. A small compartment popped out from behind his skull containing what Anna knew had to be there. A yellow keycard. There was also a small map with instructions on how to get to the train yard.

She cradled Chip's head to her tiny bosom, rocking back and forth like a mother holding her baby. "I'd barely known the guy, and besides.... he was a Machine Head so what do I care?" she whispered.

Clutching her bleeding chest, she began to climb the broken steps towards the subway entrance.

I keep my promises. I don't know if I'll make it to the Train Yard.

But if I die, my Antwerp friend, know this:

I was on my way.

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This is the third part of a three part story that will eventually be entered in Neoxian's cyberpunk contest. This is only the rough draft of the third part. It is NOT the completed story. The editing and compiling will begin tomorrow before releasing the full story as a contest entry. This is an original work.

Part one - https://steemit.com/fiction/@jeezzle/green-dreams-part-one

Part two - https://steemit.com/fiction/@jeezzle/green-dreams-part-two