Time Ghost

Chapter 19

Each strides of the invisible man carries him closer to the edge. Baron runs in an overwhelming rate for the end of the line. He understands that their life is at stake if such tactics gone astray. Three other men will suffer by the main battle tank’s rampage and would never last for hours, or even for minutes in jeopardy.

I have to reach the exit. My escape route from this infallible madness. Look at that broad entrance under the bed! It’s captivating.

A monster in the making. I will stuff the bomb down below and blow them up within the flame. Life-threatening?! Yes, but I have to rescue this man’s future and never fall flat before the pinnacle of his career. Baron has an outstanding memories, and I am here to clear up things as a payment for rent that goes overdue.

Run like hell, The Lieutenant has given him a supreme decree to behold. A basketball player always hustle up under indefinite pressure. Twenty-four seconds after each score defines on how much it means for the man to sprint out of his lungs. Two lay-up points is never sufficient at all on behalf of the entire player’s campaign. There are other lined-up three-points, slam dunks, and casual shoot-out two pointers that are compulsory for the cup’s conquest.

Yes, Baron. You have that power. Those pesky Naulus soldiers will never seize you up from that prize. Your vitality is a gift, one that would scale beyond superhuman sense. These toys have been supported you up. But, it is your own talent that overcome any doubts.

What am I thinking, giving speeches to myself, within myself, under other person’s consciousness? One needs to console his own thoughts, that is my father’s teachings as I grew up in that garage.

Before the wilderness consumed him away.

~slide~

“What’s that?” One of the soldier shrieked,”Did you see it, Solomon?”

“Don’t speak of it, Shoot it!”

~ra-ta-ta-ta-ta~

Barrage of shots has been launched into the seemingly-void target across the left flank of the commander tank. The soldier’s rifle could fire 5 bullets in under one second. For sure, nobody could survive within the point-blank range, despite their solid armor and protections on the torso as Naulus’ advanced weaponry ensures utter demolition to any metals in around 5 meters of the wielder’s vicinity.

~shuuuuu~

Vapors arise, yet no signs of life emerged from the bullet’s assault. It smears a shock to the shooter’s mind as there are stints of disbelief down within,”Really, am I daydreaming? I did recall a massive sighting that flies under the tank, but where is it, then?”

“You’re a top-rank shooter in our entire army, man. Missing your target must be astounding, huh?” Said the other soldiers in attempt to console him,”A great person could fall into his own demise, sometimes.”

“But-but....”

Double tap to the shoulder of the failed ones nearby, the last unspoken soldier then whispers to his ear,” You lose against me, and I am grateful for it, Ducky.”

Baron slips into the bottom side of the commander tank before the three elite soldiers could detect his presence. They let him inside and abandoned the possibilities underneath. Indeed, they never left from their base, but having an invisible rat to enter their should-be-protected domain will stain such arrogance and demoted them down to the front row of the army later on.

If they stood firm against the massive destruction instead of being pulverised alongside the commander tank within the upcoming blast.

I’m totally on the last straw to actual death. Only half-a-second late and I will bathe in the pool of blood. That rifle is too sick! Yes, I mean it, United Nations should ban that weapon, if there’s ever “United Nations” in this universe...

Now, where’s the bomb?

The young athlete rubs the right pocket of his backpack. Its electronic fuse ticks in static mode as Baron grabs one of them from its nest. Their adhesive feature is located at one side of its square-shaped device. On the other, a small red button dominate its entire small-built frame at the center, adjacent to the digital timer above.

Ten centimeters for the four sides of the bomb, Its quite small to be noticed in a glance. Profound inspections required to locate the bomb in actuality. After deployment, its entire body would disappear completely into the dust, bonded with whatever color expressed in the background until its red-flame emergence afterwards.

“I’m crawling under the tank. What should I do next?” Baron murmured to the earpiece,”Placing the bombs, right?”

‘You read me, Baron. Remember that it should be in circle, not in any other way around.”

The Lieutenant replied,”Why, if you ask me? It’s my preference to destroy their metals’ compact structure. Don’t forget to deploy those four-legs on the back, okay?”

“Roger that.”

~clang-clang-clang~

Four metals have supported Baron’s back as the young athlete pressed the red button twice. It crawls in function as a provision for the vest bearer to concentrate more on the duty. He placed the first one up top to start, then going around across the right until it finally formed a rhombus in the end.

Yup, can’t produce no circle with only four bombs on my hand.

Time to flush out!

~boop~

Baron pressed the red button for another two. In corresponds to the input, the four-legged prosthetic legs under his back suddenly bent against the commander tank and blasted him away in reverse. The young athlete just have to press the red button once more in any position He relished afterwards, then the prosthetic legs will act as a brake to stop his current glide at once.

I suppose this distance is enough, they could never pursue me if I have travelled this far. Press the red button once, and....

~boom~