Yakamosito
by Robert M. Velkym

  Yakamosito pulled back on the bitch's hair. He raised his gun to her head, the Xp498 plasma shield digging into her head, and snarled. In his hand was the pain in the ass who turned him over to the cops. Now it was time to teach her a lesson. He pulled the trigger, she began to shriek as the plasma charge built. Then the shriek was caught terribly short as her head was vaporized.

  He dropped the limp body, the stench of burnt hair burning his eyes. He began to rummage through her belongings. He knew she had some crystals, she was way to fucked up to resist him, the crystals had to be the reason. The small shanty they were in would be of little help deterring the cops after that plasma blast.

  He moved quickly throwing shelves of books and boxes on the floor, searching for the sweat drugs. Outside there was the sound of dogs growing nearer. He let out a sigh of relief as he found his bounty. The small metallic cylinder of crystals; brongo drugs.

  He pushed the cylinder into his pocket and then he flung open the door.

  "Halt! Put you hand where we can see them!" Officer Delaney yelled. His spot light easily illuminating the shanty and Yakamosito. "Come on scum bag, DO IT!"

  Yakamosito covered his eyes from the searing light. Goddamned cops, he thought. He dove off to the right, rolling around behind a metal drum. Shots reverberated off of the metal husk, he had to kill this cop before he could call for back up. His Xp498 charge light showed 2 blast left. The next shots had to count. He steadied himself, the cop's mini rail gun was sure to penetrate the drum, he had to move now.

  "I need back up! This is officer D324I2, sector 23a." The officer shouted into his recorder drone. Then the death melted the drone. The office looked from where the shot was fired, the last thing he saw was a round melted hole through the metal drum, the glint in the fugitives eyes, and the warmth of super heated death.