Kapitel 30: Steven's Determination (Final Part)
After passing through the forest, he saw a few bikers that were ahead of him, and he overtook them. At the end of the path was a ramp, that lead to the runway of the airport. The course was a dirt bike course, and he tucked his body as close to the body of the bike as he could.
Twisting his wrist, he revved the engine all the way, and he was cutting through the wind. The others that were behind him followed the same he was doing, and when he neared the ramp, he shifted his weight to the back slightly more.
The front wheel lifted off the ground, and the timing was perfectly matched to the ramp. The more he moved upwards, the more he shifted it backward. Just as he saw the end of the ramp, a smile appeared on his face.
"Let's go!", he thought as he took off to the skies, and his weight made him do a backflip in the air. The sound of the chains, sprockets, the subtle roar of the engine, and the smell of oil, everything was distinct to him. He felt time slow down, and his view widen as he was in the air.
He took note of where the airplane was, and who was standing in front of it. There were two men, and one of them had a Zebra mask, while the other wore a plain black mask that covered his whole head.
He noted that everyone who had handed over the drugs was just standing there, waiting for someone. Or more specifically, something to happen. He wondered what it was as he returned to the ground, and extended his left foot to make a turn, leaving tire marks on the track.
In a few moments, he stood in front of the two of them, and the rest of the drugs were being loaded into the plane. He had a stern look of determination in his eye, and The Predator was eyeing him carefully.
Steven had the sense that he was prying him open from behind the mask, and the way it covered his whole head leaving only his eyes to be seen. Steven wondered what he looked like behind the mask and was willing to do whatever it took to unmask the man behind it.
"Alright, everyone. Since the drugs have been loaded into the airplane, I wish you well on your journey back. Mr. Eugene, I would like for you to stay and board the plane with me", said The Predator.
The voice wasn't as clear, but it was hoarse. He also had a large build, and Steven wondered what he might want to do with him, being the leader of such a ring. He thought this might be a chance for him to unmask him, and decided to take a gamble and board the plane.
The sounds of the bikes leaving the tarmac gave him a sense of foreboding, and he looked at the man that was in front of him. A sudden jerk threw him off balance, and he held onto the sides of the plane as it launched into takeoff.
A few minutes later, he felt the plane's incline straighten, and that was when he let go of his grip, which had whitened his knuckle. Predator, turned his head towards him and walked towards him, and pulled out a gun from his back.
"Eugene, or should I say, Steven. You should have hidden better. But I must thank you for coming up with this extraordinary scheme of masking drugs as candy. As an admirer of your idea, what would your last wish be?", he asked as he placed the gun leveled at his forehead.
Steven had a smirk and looked at the barrel that was close to his head. He judged the distance and saw that it was a good distance for him to take the gun from him and aim it at him again. He instantly set his plan into motion.
He moved his right hand swiftly and hit the elbow of his hand. Whilst using his left to apply pressure right at the wrist, which released the grip that he had on the gun. He seized the gun and stood with a shocked expression on his face.
Right after he had completed the whole maneuver in under two seconds, in front of him was another barrel. Steven instinctively moved to the left as a bang was heard. He had just dodged death right in the nick of time.
He aimed it right at his shoulder and took his shot. The predator moved to the side and avoided the shot completely, and they were both hidden behind crates that were in the plane.
"So, may the best win?", said Predator in his hoarse voice. Steven looked around and began formulating a plan in his head. He needed to see who the Predator was, as that was his main task. But he also remembered the promise he made to Anne, and thus began to contemplate what to do.
"Alright, I will make it out alive, and unmask him. This is going to be a rough task, but I am sure I will do this", he thought as he looked around and saw a slight shadow on his left. He pulled out the cartridge and saw that it was almost full, excluding the single bullet he had shot.
"A nine millimeter, and it has about eleven bullets left. I have to make each and every one of it count", he thought as he jumped out and went for a punch, and the other man dodged it. He gave a punch to his stomach, and Steven doubled down.
"Goodbye", he said as he pulled the gun to shoot, and Steven rolled forwards at the right moment to avoid getting shot. He pulled out his gun and shit right at his ankle, but he dodged it and it created a ricochet effect.
"Oh shit!", he thought as he quickly hid behind another container and saw the bullet create sparks as it ricocheted off the ground. He felt a large hand on the back of his neck, which was grabbing him by his collar.
"Now, just die!", said The Predator in a menacing voice. Steven quickly ripped the shirt off, and moved to the side, as he dodged by an inch of his life. His brain was working in overload, and his eyes were scanning the room to find something that he could use to his advantage.
He saw a parachute bag and decided to jump. He didn't know where he was, but he knew he had to be over the sea traveling somewhere. He rolled and shot again, just for a distraction.
"Let's go!", he thought as he strapped it on swiftly, and ran towards The Predator. He only had one aim, to unmask him and get out of this plane. Using the containers to his advantage, he hid and skilfully reached behind him.
"Gotcha now", he whispered into Predator's ears as he pulled the mask off him. The moment he saw the face, he was astonished. He immediately pressed the button to open the door and jumped out.
"It can't be…", were the only words that came out of his mouth, plummeting back towards Earth.
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