need it anymore.” A malevolent smirk crossed his lips.
Sebastian couldn’t believe the Dark Man’s calm as they sped down the street. Even fleeing the apartment in fear for their lives, the assassin had barely broken a sweat. He held not the slightest bit of tension in his being. Apart from the fact they were driving nearly ninety miles per hour, they could simply have been cruising for the sheer enjoyment of it.
Suddenly sirens blared behind them. Vain cursed, glancing into the rear-view mirror and seeing the flashing blue and red lights following them at speed.
“You’d better put on your seatbelt boy.” Vain grinned. “I’d hate to have gone through all of this to have you die in a car crash–airbags or not.”
Glancing ahead, there were now two more police cars pulling into the lanes on either side of them, trying to box them in.
“Pick up the black bag from the floor,” said Vain. Sebastian tried, but found it too heavy. “Open it instead, and pass me the large gun near the top.”
Sebastian unzipped the bag and gasped in shock. The arsenal of weapons would make Dirty Harry drool. Putting aside his surprise, he quickly searched through the cache and soon found the gun Vain had requested. He recognized it easily. How could he not? Clearly the largest weapon in the bag–apart from the rifles—he wondered absently why its barrel yawned so wide. He hoisted the gun with both hands and heaved it into the Dark Man’s lap.
Vain managed the grenade-launcher comfortably with his right hand, waiting for the right moment. One of his Glocks would probably have sufficed, but he wanted to put a scare into the police in the hope they would back off altogether. He’d never had to use the launcher before, preferring the silent approach, but he’d heard what they could do and hoped it would be enough.
Waiting until the car to the left of him pulled slightly in front of him, Vain suddenly swerved the Ferrari to the right, jamming it into the police car positioned there. At the same time he fired the launcher through the Ferrari’s open driver’s-side window, hitting the police car on his left side perfectly.
The resulting explosion proved too effective, blowing Vain’s car sideways and almost off the road. Luckily, he had still been maintaining their speed; otherwise they would have probably both been killed in the resulting blast. Instead, he sped away along the highway, leaving the remaining police cruisers screeching to a standstill and screaming into their radios for further instructions. For the time being, the pursuit ground to a halt.
“Remind me to never use that thing again,” rasped Vain dryly, throwing the still smoking grenade launcher on top of the bag.
Sebastian sat speechless. How could the Dark Man be so cold when he had just done something so horrible? Tears flowed freely down the young boy’s face.
“Pull the car over now Dark Man,” said Sebastian between sobs.
“I am,” said Vain calmly. He soon slowed and moved off the road into a busy car park before winding down the ramp to the underground level.
“You killed him!” screamed Sebastian when they stopped.
“We don’t have time for this boy; we have to get another car before they find us.”
“I’m not going any further with you, murderer !” spat the boy. “Leave me here so I don’t have to witness any more of your killing.”
Vain sat silently and contemplated the idea. The boy would probably be safe with the police. But even as he thought it, the image of Priest lying wounded on the mattress came back to him and he felt a strange tug inside him. Turning it over he realized it was guilt. Priest had entrusted him with the boy’s safety and now he pondered casting him to the wolves. The police couldn’t protect him from a fanatical group like the Souls of Sordarrah any more than the lost souls of Chapel.
“Damn you boy!” roared Vain suddenly. “What are you doing to me? What kind of spell have you, and that
Sebastian couldn’t believe the Dark Man’s calm as they sped down the street. Even fleeing the apartment in fear for their lives, the assassin had barely broken a sweat. He held not the slightest bit of tension in his being. Apart from the fact they were driving nearly ninety miles per hour, they could simply have been cruising for the sheer enjoyment of it.
Suddenly sirens blared behind them. Vain cursed, glancing into the rear-view mirror and seeing the flashing blue and red lights following them at speed.
“You’d better put on your seatbelt boy.” Vain grinned. “I’d hate to have gone through all of this to have you die in a car crash–airbags or not.”
Glancing ahead, there were now two more police cars pulling into the lanes on either side of them, trying to box them in.
“Pick up the black bag from the floor,” said Vain. Sebastian tried, but found it too heavy. “Open it instead, and pass me the large gun near the top.”
Sebastian unzipped the bag and gasped in shock. The arsenal of weapons would make Dirty Harry drool. Putting aside his surprise, he quickly searched through the cache and soon found the gun Vain had requested. He recognized it easily. How could he not? Clearly the largest weapon in the bag–apart from the rifles—he wondered absently why its barrel yawned so wide. He hoisted the gun with both hands and heaved it into the Dark Man’s lap.
Vain managed the grenade-launcher comfortably with his right hand, waiting for the right moment. One of his Glocks would probably have sufficed, but he wanted to put a scare into the police in the hope they would back off altogether. He’d never had to use the launcher before, preferring the silent approach, but he’d heard what they could do and hoped it would be enough.
Waiting until the car to the left of him pulled slightly in front of him, Vain suddenly swerved the Ferrari to the right, jamming it into the police car positioned there. At the same time he fired the launcher through the Ferrari’s open driver’s-side window, hitting the police car on his left side perfectly.
The resulting explosion proved too effective, blowing Vain’s car sideways and almost off the road. Luckily, he had still been maintaining their speed; otherwise they would have probably both been killed in the resulting blast. Instead, he sped away along the highway, leaving the remaining police cruisers screeching to a standstill and screaming into their radios for further instructions. For the time being, the pursuit ground to a halt.
“Remind me to never use that thing again,” rasped Vain dryly, throwing the still smoking grenade launcher on top of the bag.
Sebastian sat speechless. How could the Dark Man be so cold when he had just done something so horrible? Tears flowed freely down the young boy’s face.
“Pull the car over now Dark Man,” said Sebastian between sobs.
“I am,” said Vain calmly. He soon slowed and moved off the road into a busy car park before winding down the ramp to the underground level.
“You killed him!” screamed Sebastian when they stopped.
“We don’t have time for this boy; we have to get another car before they find us.”
“I’m not going any further with you, murderer !” spat the boy. “Leave me here so I don’t have to witness any more of your killing.”
Vain sat silently and contemplated the idea. The boy would probably be safe with the police. But even as he thought it, the image of Priest lying wounded on the mattress came back to him and he felt a strange tug inside him. Turning it over he realized it was guilt. Priest had entrusted him with the boy’s safety and now he pondered casting him to the wolves. The police couldn’t protect him from a fanatical group like the Souls of Sordarrah any more than the lost souls of Chapel.
“Damn you boy!” roared Vain suddenly. “What are you doing to me? What kind of spell have you, and that
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