Fire Truck Game 소설 & 이야기

Book Two: Fight or Flight Sweat dripped into Ash's eyes, momentarily obscuring his opponent. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs from the last punch he took. He ducked another jab and hit his opponent with a series of strikes to the side and back that brought grunts of pain from his opponent. Van Koslov, otherwise known as The Brick, went down onto one knee, panting.

No mercy. Only fire.

Just as Jake’s finger was about to squeeze the trigger, a strange melody filled the air. An old gramophone had appeared in the corner of the room, playing a haunting waltz. 【New Task: Truth or Dare】 【Rules: Each player may ask the Boss three questions. The Boss must answer truthfully.】 【Warning: Once a question is asked, it cannot be retracted.】 An invisible force pressed Jake’s shotgun down. The silver dagger in Emma’s hand was frozen in place.

The vehicle exploded into a ball of blue fire and black smoke, the heavy tires blew out instantly. The burning truck skidded sideways across the concrete pier, flipping over on its side with a grinding shriek of tearing metal. Our driver did not lift his foot off the gas. He turned the steering wheel hard, swerved our truck around the burning wreck of the first vehicle. The heavy rubber tires skidded on the wet concrete and splashed river water and hot sparks everywhere. "Thirty yards" Jarek screamed, his fingers dugged deep into the fabric of the tarp. "Twenty yards! Get ready!"

Dylan warned everyone as he threw the truck into gear and sounded the horn. "Ten-seventy-two in progress at 7877 Candy Cane Lane. Suspected people still inside," the dispatch agent's voice resonated over the radio as the fire truck barreled down the road. "House fire," Taren announced. Dylan slowed down and blared the horn as they approached a traffic light in the town square. Once they were sure the oncoming traffic had stopped, they proceeded through and then picked up speed again on the other side. Then they turned down a few more streets and soon they turned down Candy Cane Lane and a glow illuminated the street up ahead. The neighbors began to congregate along the street.

Looking back, I saw the truck as it burst into flames. I looked at Iris quickly. "You okay?" She nodded and looked back at me. She looked fascinated and shaken at the same time. "I have never been driven this fast," I burst into laughter and looked back at the road. "Well, get used to it." I pumped the accelerator and the second truck appeared but these ones seemed to be more prepared than the first. There was a man on the truck with a machine gun and he began shooting sporadically, bullets sprayed on the car's glass and it shattered immediately. I dodged bullets and Iris screamed.

We began to fire at each other but my team dogged every bullet. “We’ve got a problem, Alpha,” a warrior named Finn reported, his voice tight. “They’ve got heavy armor.” “Focus on the tires,” I ordered. “Shoot at the tires and disable the truck.” After it took a few bullets, the truck swerved, as its tires shredded. I watched it crash into the quarry wall and heaved a sigh. We secured the cargo, and found the crates filled with rifles, grenades, and other deadly weapons. “Third truck approaching,” Caleb’s voice reported through the mind link.

These days, a regular dose burns out of my system in under an hour. Tonight's training is agility. He’s built a new indoor course, filled with wooden beams, moving obstacles, and even tripwires. There’s a second course outside for wolf form. That one’s harder traps, moving knives, and collapsing platforms. Dad and his wolf, Bram, monitor us the entire time. Kira, my wolf, is agile, fast, and proud. She eats this up. Together, we move through the maze like a storm. Until we slam into a trap I didn’t see.

"She only burned a tiny spot on her hand that's not even as big as my fingernail! But look at Mom's leg! Her whole leg is red! You can't see that? What are your eyes for, decoration?" I shouted. I was so furious that my chest rose and fell, and I pointed straight at the blinking surveillance camera on the ceiling. "You're twisting the truth and can't tell right from wrong! Even if your brain isn't working, the camera up there is recording! Check the footage! Do you dare to check who pushed whom and who spilled soup on whom?" I retorted defiantly.

We got the body parts loaded in the bags and we’d washed the floor, just in case. Frank and Carl had gone outside to make a fire to burn the carpet. We watched it burn in silence while Carl and Frank drank another three beers each. My phone beeped and I checked my messages. It was Robert. Robert: Thanks, I’m fine now. I put my phone away as Frank threw water on the fire. We all got into my car and drove towards the Bay when Carl grabbed me by the shoulders from behind. “How many bodies have you added to the Bay since Malachi’s wild days?” He asked me and I looked at him in the rear-view mirror.