I was nearly at central park, when i got informed. 'DANGER! Escape the shootout.' Those warnings were rare and I saw directly what the system ment. People in Cars stopped nearby and pulled out Gun.
My 'minor Dangersense' told me instantly that staying on the streets was a death sentence for me. I could see that they were gunning on me.
If it was by coincidence or design, I could figure out. All that was happening in a split second before my Dangersense and Running shoes decided to change into a route that wasn't on the open streets.
And as much i would like to take down all of these thugs with gun's, I wasn't able to. Because a bullet anywhere inside my body would be detrimental for my health.
So I began to head into the next ally and began to run on a Olympic level speed. And a glance behind showed me a starteld Sharon following me. She looked really afraid and panicked.
Wait! She wasn't from SHIELD? Just a normal girl? Fury, didn't you say i'll have a bodyguard???
My chick-apraisal told me. 'This Girl? A Damsel in distress with a kitten in her arms.'
Shit.
Back to my running I saw my route-planer going up a building and my eyes followed to a fire escape with a ladder that was pulled up. I wanted to groan.
This wasn't the time for games.
I already could hear the first shots being fired. And I couldn't help but duck a little.
Then my Mini-Game symbol highlighted a round Trashcan cover, made from cheap metal. Something I used to play Captain America when I was in Primary school.
I joiked it, helt it like a frisbee and let 'Trick-shot wonder' do it's thing. With my whole waight behind it I threw.
*Klang* *Klang* *Swoosh* *Klang*
I did a wall run, a bad on, but it was enough to grab the descending ladder.
I looked back. A gaping Sharon a dented Trashcan cover landing on its can. Burnd into my Mind.
The Ladder now was Down and I started climbing with my legs.
And Sharon, following me. My Appraisal told me that it was out of desperation.
Coming to the Stairs, I waited for her and come up, helped her with the rest and continued with my run up the Stairs to the rooftop.
I was trying not to panic even though the shooting was intensefy. And my Dangersense promised me a assured death if I wasn't on the roof in the next 30 seconds.
Every second was stretched into a minute, I knew it was the adrenaline and other Flight or Flight Chemicals flooding my brain.
I jumped over the last 4 steps on pure desperation and nearly kissed the floor because of it.
Once i was up Again I saw a rooftop Jungle. Plants that conseald 70% of my sight and I ran in. Behind me I heard Sharon do the Same.
Three steps in and I noticed that we weren't alone. A Teenager with Ginger hair and sharp features was here to, looking in the direction of the gunfire.
She looked like a yunger version of an actress from my past life. Thruman or something. A childhood fan/wifu/chrush of mine. She was the Actor for Poison Ivy in that George Clonie Batman movie. Directed by Tim Burton.
Apparently I was noticed as well because the girl looked at the newcomers, starteld, and nearly began screaming out of fright.
Chick-apraisal told me that she wasn't into guys sadly, even if i tickeld her Intrest normally because she wasn't sure if I was a Girl.
I was by her side before she could let out a noise and pressed her lips against mine, what shocked her into confusion. She even started to kiss back before I disentangled, pulled my business card and pressed it into her Hand.
"It's best you go inside eminently. The Mafia is on it's way and my shoot at everything on this roof." I told her with a ernest tone in my voice that left no room for discussions.
That moment my CEO window opend and her information presented to me. A potential hire, her application already on the HR deskt.
Darn it, this Girl had send a application for lab assistant in the Bio-Lab i sponsord. And she was good with a lot of potential.
She was still confused and prossessing all the information and I just shoved her into the direction of the roof top door.
And she stumbled there, before she realised what I said and began to run inside.
I looked at Sharon.
She looked at me.
F- it. I'm way to high on adrenaline rn.
"Is your name Sharon by any chance?"
She looked confused and shook her head.
Oh. Even if she is a SHIELD agent in disguise I see she is as panicked as I am.
"*Huff* You Look like one. Wanna grab a snack when we get out of here?"
She look at me like I had kicked a puppy or something.
"I think- this is not the time to ask me out-"
She said nearly on autopilot but I interrupt her.
"It's the best Time. My Name is Clark Smith, owner of Subnautika. And sertefid Playboy, only overshadowed by Tony Stark. You are?"
And to my suprise she answered with a smile.
"Selina Dane. Club owner in Brooklyn. Best Mixologist on the whole East Coast. Nice to meet you."
Oh she could keep up, I was honestly impressed. But my musing was cut short by the heavy steps I could hear assend the same staircase we used.
"The Same, you honestly got me beat there but I think it's time to leave this seacret grove before we have more holes then a Swiss Cheese."
And she smirked at my quip but also nodded.
And so began the second half of my Run. Over the rooftops of New York. My route planner showing me the way. With only minimal climbing.
I wasn't a free runner but I deam sure felt like one at the moment. I never thought that the running shoes had such a function. Dispite my fear, Dispite my weakness, I feelt free!
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7 minutes later I used my knowledge on Pole dancing and slid down a lantern post. Only one Street away from central park.
My lungs were on Fire and my legs were killing me. This was high intensity work out. On wobbly legs I walked around and waited for Selina, who took the Stairs.
I had enough time to ask myself how Spiderman or Deardevil could do that for Hours. I couldn't even keep it up for hours.
Selina came out of the Building, raising a brow at my pathetic standing, while I looked at her in confusion. How couldn't she be winded???
I just bit back my complaints and continued my run. If I took a too long brake my Shoes would cancel my run I would need to jog another round before i get my Buff.
And I was on the last stech already. My goal was a pond in Central pond in Central park.
And I run. No Mini-Games on my way. And Selina was still holding the Kitten. Like it belonged there.
I couldn't understand how she did it. So I didn't. My Brain wasn't flushed with Chemicals at the moment and I began to doubt again.
Was Selina really not Sharon Carter? She had way higher specs then me.
I looked at her and let appraisal do it's thing now that I wasn't acting on autopilot.
I could sense how she still riding a High and that she had the dig for me after our rooftop discussion but I couldn't sense any implications that she was my Bodyguard.
Suddenly my Appraisal kicked in.
- Name: Selina Dane - Human-Scroll Hybrid- 17 years old
The f-???
If it wasn't for my Pokerface and the habit to not curse in front of people. I don't know. I probably would have curesed.
Not only could I appraise people but also their race?? And Alien Hybrid from the Start?
Selina still noticed something. She looked back and Asked "Everything alright?"
I could only Grin and give her a wink and she giggled in response. And continued to jog in front of me.
Not leaving my from her i continued to stare at her. And even appriciated her butt. Chick-apraisal told me she noticed and found it annoying.
My secret wappon to turn around. Compliment earnestly.
"You look stunning. A real artwork. What's your secret? A special Diet? Yoga? Or something else?"
And suddenly annoyance turns into a bashful happiness. Anyone likes earnest compliments.
and Appraisal continued.
-A rear hybrid of Human and Scroll genes. Born on Earth she was born from a Scroll father (undisguised) and a Human mother. A Illigal (Scroll Empire) Fusion that will be executed on the spot once found out (by Scroll officals). Her Scroll bloodline is still not fully awaked, she doesn't realise that she has begun to parrot the people around herself. Only Initialiseing beneficial parts be it personality or Body traits.
Again. But this time I was relieved. And Again I was burdend with knowledge that was more curse then benefit.
We were nearly at the pond when the last evaluation came.
-Price: 900.000.000 Galactic Credit (Grand master)
Okay?
Suddenly danger sense hit me. My short distraction enough to catch me off guard.
I looked for the Danger only to be greated by a Pink-Leather-Handbag with metal ornaments 15cm from my Face.
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Author note:
Hello Readers, here is your Author with a new Chapter.
I just wanted to let you know that I'm a lazy person. And myself consume a good bunch of novels/Fanfictions here.
There is nothing you can do about it. No Stones or what ever this website uses to motivate writers will tempt me.
But comments for more content or more systems Ideas I wanna see myself? That is a dran good motivator.
Story wise? Well Clark my have outrun thugs with guns but he can't get out of it without a burst lip or black eye. Right?
Have nice Day. Next Chapter is coming soon.