Turbo Killer Part 2 by John Smith

Into the streets, the people were muttering animatedly between
themselves, while policemen walked around waiting for new orders,
nervously gazing the angles of the roads.
From a radio device, the news ranged “Voices about an unknown
motorbike vehicle roaming the cities are completely false and
probably just stories made up by political agitators…”
The salaryman walked towards a small road restaurant where various
customers and the cook were listening to the radio.
“Well, that’s not true” he murmured, raising a finger.
Everyone turned their head towards him.
“Yeah, the shadow biker…I saw her! I saw her a week ago and…” he
was interrupted when two policemen grabbed him by his shoulder.
“We’re getting cocky here, eh?” said one of the agent.
“Spreading dangerous news! You come with us now!” yelled the
other.
“I Don’t care” answered that guy, not fighting that much when they
pulled him away under the silent attention of the customers and
the cook nearby.
All around people keep scuttling aside the darkened streets.

Far away, at the top the dark television tower, there was great
tension inside the studio.
The television Chamberlain McDruff was walking in circles in the
chainsmoking director’s office, while a security officer was
standing in front of the other two.
“We have all the entrances and the windows of the building
covered!” he said, with firm convinction.
“And other precautions?” asked the chamberlain, while the
director seated behind his counter sucking a cigar.
“We have snipers on the roof and we are going to send a
recoinassance inside the sewer system.
If that entity is coming, we are going to intercept…her.”
Continued the officer.
“Calm down a bit, now!”. Yelled the director “We are not inside an
old barn, this place is now a fortress!”
McDruff grumbled “Well I know something about fortresses, thank
you! And I think we also need heavy weapons too against that…that
thing.
Officer, have you idea who the hell that entity may be?”
“We have no clue.
We tried, as you suggested to us, to indagate in the past of
various political figures of the Lyla System to find any possible
hint for a vendetta, but there has been no use.
We do not have any connection to a precedent organization or
anything else and the police didn’t fare much better than us.”

“Are you saying this entity popped out of the blue?” asked
exasperated the Chamberlain.
The security officer sighed.“She may had arrived in our stellar
system just a few time ago, when the incidents began...”
“Which it means it possessed advanced military technology even
before! Any hint about its origin, the species?” asked McDruff.
“Some close witnesses talked about details, like the presence of a
tail, rapid movements and even a scaly skin, which may suggest
some kind of reptilian ancestry.
We all remember the strong presence of the army of the Reptilian
federation before the war and theor vast use of supersoldiery.”
“So you suspect is some bio weapon from the Great War?” murmured
the Chamberlain.
“It may explain not only the lethality, but also the weird
obsessive behavior.
That thing is continuing to follow some training psyconditioning
pattern.”
“After centuries?” asked the director.
“Maybe she remained into hibernation as our populace did and for
her, not much time has passed and the war is still going.”
Explained the security officer.
“These are all just hypothesis, imagination!” yelled the
Chamberlain” But whatever, we will destroy that thing when it will
appear…I pretend to have a weapon too, I was a soldier after all!”
Outside, in the streets around the giant television building, a
few security agents were patrolling, watching around nervously.
“Any sign?” called one inside his transmitter.
“No, no sign of the intruder.” Answered a colleague from the
device.
The agent pulled the transmitter inside his own belt, then
blinked, uncertain.
He pulled his own gaze over the great shape of the television
bulding, focusing on the glassy façade.
He blinked again, but the lights of the headlights exposed the
dark elongated shape that was moving at extreme speed up the
skuscraper.
“Agent ZeroFortytwo here, to central command.
It’s running over the building, it’s here…the motorbike is here!”
“Where?”
“It’s running over the television building!”

Inside the television building, the agents of the security force
moved up and down, forward and backwards around the corridors,
controlling the elevators, the doors and other checkpoints, while
the various television workers were locked in their rooms and
changing rooms.

The head officer was now waiting at the entrance of the main
registration studio with some guards, while in front of him the
television Chamberlain stood up with a shotgun.
“Is everything under control, for now?” asked the head officer to
one of his guards.
“Yes sir, we haven’t received any messages about intrusions.”
“So, the biker must be on the roof.” The Chamberlain observed.
“Well, there is no other position for her to go… I already told
three squadrons to reach for the rooftop.
They will eventually encounter her.”
“And this nightmare will end!” proclaimed the Chamberlain” You
know, officer, it is absolutely reasonable for that thing to
attack the television tower.”
“Why do you say that, McGruff?”
“I am thinking in war terms…this place represent our nation, our
culture, the Lyla system itself and how the Goodies decided to
shape it for the better in the recent decades.
This symbol represent who we are, who we became, our prosperity,
our values, our order…of course a deranged weapon senses it must
attack this beloved, shared possession of ours, to shake the
fundaments of our democracy!”
The head officer stared at the anchorman with a tired expression.
“Well, it is a theory that works, assuming that is a living
bioweapon reenacting old protocols, as we imagined before.” The
head officer reached for his own transmitter “Squad Delta, have
you reached the roof? Squad Delta?”he adjusted the transmitter
“Squad Alpha? Do you receive me? You, Delta and Gamma should have
reached the roof…” no response came from the equipment.
At the same time, lights flickered inside the building.
“A Jamming device!” the Chamberlain said.
“Or something like that…” the head officer of security pointed a
finger towards one of his men and that one came to him “Form a
recoinnassance with two others and go to the rooftop to check for
the assault squads.”
“Yes Sir.”
The Chamberlain moved towards the head officer “But if we are not
talking about a superweapon from the Great War, officer, have you
got any ideas of what we are facing?”
“Honestly not.
I do not know how to explain something that appeared from
nowhere”.
The lights flickered again.
“Of course, it must have an explanation.
It cannot be some kind of spook or legend…is not that the voices
of people in the streets are thrue, right?” continued the
Chamberlain.
“People maybe are more…dissatisfied that wat the Goodies council
would like to admit.” Said the head officer.

“But why, officer? Look at us.
We have everything: wealth, work, resource, rights…”
“Most people have to work more than 8 hours at day…” murmured the
agent.
“Officer, what are you talking about? This sounds like subversive
slander!” yelled the Chamberlain “ And considering your job is to
be a guardian of order…” in that moment, the guard that moved
upwards to the roof was returning, his face as pale as marble.
“Sir, sir…” the guard stuttered.
“What happened?”
“There must have been a disturb in communications recently, so our
transmissions stopped working…the squads you sent to the roof to
intercept the intruder have been vanquished.”
“What?”
“There has been a firefight.
Our opponent is equipped with some kind of heavy assault weapon, a
war weapon…” the guard continued.
“A war weapon? What kind of weapon?” asked the head officer” What
happened to the squads?”
“Complete route.
We have heavy casualties.”
The head officer adjusted his own beret.
“You are an incompetent!” erupted the Chamberlain” I will now go
to the recording hall…to make a new statement for the population!”
“It is dangerous, we have the enemy inside the building,
communication disturbed and we do not know how it will…”
“I know what will work! We will scare that demon to death by
calling the spirit of our populace…against the defeatist blabber
your said before!”

Later, in the great television studio, a few cameramen were
capturing the image of the television Chamberlain, while he was
reading from a paper he just wrote a few minutes before; the hall
was crawling with security officer, the entrance completely
barricaded.
“We are now under siege.
From the forces of ignorance, of tyranny, from the darkness of old
age past “the Chamberlain proclaimed “ We must continue, we must
endure in our struggle.
We must fight against this contagion of defeatist tought, of
bitterness, of nastiness…this force is not a force for good, it is
a manifestation of everything that is wrong with us, of our
fallings, of our shortcomings.
That is why we must fight against this manifestation, at all, as
people of the Lyla System…it is a specter haunting us.
So I call to you, citizen, to resist your darkest urge…to have
faith, to avoid unrest…please, citizens, think to the greatest
representative of our society, such as nurses, social workers and
politicians! Think about them and think how you can help their
struggle…!”
The lights flickered again.
“What the hell is happening?” asked the head officer.
“We still haven’t recognized what kind of device the intruder is
using to disturb the commucations, but clearly the tv transmission
is working as usual.” Answered one of the guards, while both gazed
at one nervous cameraman that was pointing at the television
Chamberlain.
“So I ask you…I ask you with my heart in my hands, citizens,
patriots, family men and women…let’s exorcise this demon that
invaded our homes, our roads, our minds…all together…”
The sound of the microphone buzzed for a temporary disturbance.
The noise covered the voice of the Chamberlain, then, slowly, a
new voice arised from the noise: a female voice, loud and warm,
perfectly understandable.
“Good evening, how is it going?” the voice asked.
“Track immediately trough the system or send a new search party
around the building.” Asked the officer to a guard, who nodded and
used his transmitter.
“Who are you?” yelled the Chamberlain.
“Who are you?” replied the mysterious female voice with a twist of
wit cadencing her speech.
“I am the television Chamberlain McDruff, beloved of the people,
war hero, proclaimer of truth, defender of reason and decency…what
are you?”
“I could be nothing, I could be something, who cares? At the
moment I am just around you, that is what matters.”
“What do you want, demon?”
“I bring your destruction, funny fella.”
The Chamberlain became red like a tomato “But why?” he screamed,
spraying saliva all over the studio.
“Eh eh eh eh eh.”
The laugh that everyone received as an answer sounded incredibly
obnoxious, almost idiotic, to the dismay of everyone inside the
studio; the guards, the head officer, the cameramen and the
chamberlain gazed around.
“It’s very funny!” the voice continued, with a perky turn in her
tone.
The Chamberlain moved towards the great glass that was a the other
side of the studio, from what the entire city was visible, with
the myriad of lights and people walking.
“McDruff, you could be hit so close to the big window, step
aside!” said the head officer, moving to get him.
“So, you are going to kill me.” he muttered, talking to the voice.
“It’s not going to be that hard.
I already done it.” The voice answered.

“Have you found anything?” asked the head officer to the guards.
“We couldn’t track the transmission.”
“What do you mean?” asked the television Chamberlain, watching at
the sky beyond the window.
“I have already swallowed you, Drumer.
You are inside the building now.
I am the television building.”
The Chamberlain became pale like a ghost; the head officer didn’t
give much attention to the message, instead he tried to coordinate
his agents.
“What do you mean you are the television building?” sighed the
Chamberlain.
“I am the place! You cannot run from me…because I already
swallowed you! Eh eh eh…”
“This is complete madness!” said the head officer, shaking his
head “Please mr McDruff, do not listen to this, it is classic
intimidation and you know it…” the officer shut when he saw the
chamberlain’s face, the eyes staring straight with motionless
pupil, the skin almost chalk white” Please, wake up!” the officer
shacked him with no use, because the anchorman remained silent.
“No news from any other agent, sir.” Said another agent to the
head officer”We are not able to track any kind of intruder.”
“Of course…she is all around us…we already lost…I already lost…I
am already dead…” murmured the Chamberlain; the head officer
nodded to one of his agent “He is shoked, we need medical support…
Mr McDruff no!”
The anchorman just throwed his own rifle on the ground and ran
against the great glass window at the other side of the recording
studio: the officer was dismayed, the other agents distracted, but
then too many seconds passed.
During that short but decisive time, the television chamberlain
ran towards the window that was bulletproof but not resilient
enough for a large body; with the strength inerited from his youth
he jumped and soon, after a crashing crystalline sounds, the
studio was filled with the cold breeze of the evening.
Down in the streets, not many people noticed the object falling,
but when it clumped on the ground with a harsh splatting crack,
many passersby turned towards him; a few recognized the deformed
face...