Blade Runner Holden Novels & Stories

“Now! Hide!” That does it. She quickly rolls off the hood of the Lambo and hides behind the Bentley. I turn back to the stairs in time to see Brian step into the garage, a revolver in his hand.

Neil instructed through the Vocera Badge clipped onto his surgical gown as he ran. Neil hurried to the ambulance bay with a plan to confiscate one of the ambo motorcycles, but Night Blade was already waiting for Neil on his race-modified LS-218. Neil didn’t forget to ask Adrian to bring the maid from the Walter household as soon as possible. “Where to?” “My lab at homebase.” “Hold tight”

I was seeing it clear and bold. Blade, my boss, stood by the open door of the passenger seat of his Mercedes Maybach car. Vlad was on his left. The masked man stood on his right. Servants loaded the car trunk with two travel cases and a large sack. The sack sagged under its weight, clinking with the unmistakable sound of metal on metal. A rifle barrel peeked out of the opening, I cleaned my eyes to be sure of what I saw. And truely, it was a rifle barrel.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

The seventy-million-dollar car that he beat his brother to. The room seemed to hold its breath again as the robbers circled it, their gloved hands running across the sleek black bodywork. “Open the platform,” Blade ordered. “Load it up.” One of the men crouched, unlocking the mechanism on the elevated display. Slowly, with mechanical grace, the platform began to descend, bringing the car closer to the floor. Closer to them. Raina heard a sharp, pained inhale beside her. Aaron. He took a step forward.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe. My family house is close. Hold on tight Doris—uh, Luna.” I smiled, teasing lightly. “Any name you call me is fine.” The car bounced over roots and rocks. Behind us, the rogue cars gained ground. A gunshot cracked through the air. The rear window shattered. Glass sprayed across the back seat. I ducked, my heart was pounding. Blade drove like a man possessed, swerving, accelerating, using every inch of the rough trail. Trees whipped past in a blur. The rogue cars were too close now. Then the track opened up. A large wooden house appeared at the end of a clearing — Blade’s family home. He slammed on the brakes. The SUV skidded to a stop right in front of the wide

“Yeah man, where do you have him stashed?” another asked. Breed blinked and cocked his head at them. “Blade is missing?” “Oh, come on,” Wire growled. “Don’t act all innocent and shit.” “Like you don’t know!” the other biker shouted. Breed raised his hands at them. “The last time I heard, he was trying to toss a Molotov to douse my clubhouse in flames. Then he took an arrow to the shoulder.”

I ended the call and kept on walking till I was right in front of my preferred vehicle. It took only a couple of minutes before large, black SUVs began to move rapidly across the estate’s grounds. All my men were disciplined and efficient and even though it was on short notice, they were all ready for war. Blade stepped out of the lead car, and I could tell by the sweat clinging tightly to his shirt that he had just walked out of the training grounds. It only took one look at my face for his relaxed expression to completely vanish, “What happened?” he asked again,