TIME-CHASE by Bobby Asghar : Chapter 1

TIME-CHASE
Blue eyes tapped a button on the side of her mask
and her ensemble morphed to black. Her companions
followed suit, their colouration transmuting to match
her own as she covered the open doorway with her gun.
Whoever was in the room had triggered the alarm. She
pointed at brown eyes, swept her hand towards her
face, and then tapped at her head. Brown eyes nodded,
and he crossed in front to cover her. She traced the
room’s vis-scan feed, pulled it onto her visor, saw two
uniforms—a man and a woman—crouching down on
the other side of the doorway. She pointed her thumb
down, then raised two fingers and motioned her hand
around the doorframe. Keeping the feed online she
raised her gun, one frigid eye on the two uniforms as
they shuffled closer to the doorway, the other glaring
through flashing red at the edge of the frame. She
waited for the female enforcer’s gun arm to pull out
past the frame. Then she opened fire, and her
companions’ firepower added to her own.
The enforcer cried out as she twisted, her fingers
stretched by high current, her gun spinning free. She
slammed into her partner’s chest, a raw gorge running
along her upper arm.
“Lopez!” he said.
“I’m good, Cage,” she stuttered, pressing her hand
to the wound, blood oozing out between her trembling
fingers.
Cage fired into the hall, more to keep the wolves
from the door, and concrete chips and splintered wood
showered him for his efforts. Though outgunned and
pinned down, he only needed to hold them off until
backup arrived.
“Take cover,” Cage said, flinching to gunfire and
shrapnel.
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