CHAPTER THREE - UNPLEASANT SURPRISES
Angel curses angrily under her breath as she makes her ship do a sharp turn around a large meteor in an attempt to outrun the ships pursuing her. As AC-Free she has just destroyed the biggest women slave camp in the universe, which is over on Pluto. It wasn’t easy either. This was after she freed the prisoners of course and got them safely on a ship. They got away while she distracted the emperor’s men. She sighs; this time is different from the others though. She’s having more problems than usual in trying to ditch what she assumed to be Zenok’s lackeys. Angel’s been trying to loose them for two hours now, and they’re still on her tail. Usually she got rid of them in no longer than thirty minutes. She growls as her ship shakes suddenly from the Oryan-missile that has just hit her ship. This is the first time she’s ever been hit; typically she was able to dodge them easily. She glances back in surprise, and her eyes widen when she notices the symbols of the ship when they are in her view. These weren’t just any old ships; they have symbols signifying people of power in Zenok’s empire flew these. She clenches her teeth with frustration for she did not expect this. She been doing this kind of stuff since she turned fifteen and this has never happened before.
“Damn.” She mumbles, “These aren’t some goons this time. I need to know who these guys are.”
She presses several buttons on her control panel and it begins to hum. There is a small device that pops out of the ship and attaches itself onto the window of the leader of the three aircrafts behind her. A moment later a small screen pops up as she goes into a large hole inside a meteor in attempt to lose them. The man piloting one of the enemy ships appears on the screen. Angel gasps in recognition of the man.
“Oh shit, that’s one of his best assassins!” she yells, “That bastard Zenok must really want me dead.” She flies out of the crater of the meteor and off in the other direction as she sees the assassins turn and come back towards her.
Angel groans as she uses the computer to map out her location in an attempt to find a quick way out.
“Okay, I’m in the milky way galaxy,” she tells herself quietly. “Great, I don’t even have home field advantage.”
She grins as she sees the levers for the gadgets she had just had added into the spaceship. Because she is a White-Angel, she does have access to high tech equipment. She smiles as she spots what she needs, a cloaking device. Having this is very rare for such a small sleek craft like her own, but she knew she might need it in an emergency so she made sure she had it installed.
“Perfect but I need a place to go before I use this otherwise it’ll do no good.” She spots the rings of the nearest planet to her, Saturn. She flies towards the rings, which are made up of floating rocks in all reality. She lands on one, and prays it will be stable long enough for her to get away.
She activates the cloaking process and prays she will survive. A moment later she watches the hired killers fly right on past her and turn in the other direction, towards Venus. Angel was right in front of them but the device caused her ship to camouflage with the rock, and no one would think that small a ship had a cloaking mechanism. She exhales deeply with relief as she lifts off from the rock. She begins to fly towards Uranus where she hides her AC-Free ship in an old abandoned garage. The planet has long been abandoned since the great war of 3002 happened there and destroyed all natural resources. It is the perfect place to hide it cause everyone avoided the planet like the plague. As usual Angel will switch ships of course and then go home to Standara in her White-Angels Space plane as Angel Cantrell. What makes her giggle is that the emperor still doesn’t have a clue. She frowns, realizing how close she was to just getting killed. She’s never had that close a call before in her fourteen months as AC-Free.
“It’s worth it. Freedom and justice against that emperor bastard is well worth the price I pay.” She assures herself softly again and begins to fly there happily as she starts to sing along with the radio.