1st Draft. -- Decaying Genes -- chapter 1

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'The road was cracked and marred with potholes. This was one of the safest roads back from MexiCali Island. Morning Star mine road cut right through the Mojave. Mojave was a desert not too long ago, but now it seemed unsure about what it wanted to be, It still had all the qualities of a desert but grass and other plant life was starting to sprout up. It was still early as the all terrain wheels of the Rust Bomb rumbled over the empty road at a little over a hundred miles a hour. It was a marvel to look at, it had the shell of a old hot rod, welded together but in some places technology that couldn’t be more that a year old seems to ebb and flow seamlessly with the old diesel beast.
His mind drifted as the hot air fell over his half windshield. He thought to himself, “if only I could get ahold of some argon so I could make a airship.”
It was only then that he let himself be brought back to the fact that it’s been four years tomorrow, and that meant that everyone is going to meet up at the Iron horse. Clint was known at the Iron Horse by a few names: Madman, Crazy Russian Mad Scientist, Crazy Bastard were the ones he heard the most. They all went in together to get their mandatory service out of the way. They made a deal to no matter what, they all come back and let him know that they were still alive. The Nipton overpass was getting close and that seemed like as good a place to rest as any other. The Rust Bomb rumbled to a stop just inside the shade. Getting out Clint rubbed his dense muscles that his rebellious hair attempted to hide. No amount of hair could him the muscles that he developed from years of working with metal.
The opposing wall had some half finished graffiti “Freedom is not” and it ended abruptly. Walking back over to one of the GI bags hanging off of the shell of the rust bomb, a can of black spray paint emerged and he shook it and smiled to himself. “Still got some life in ya” he said contently.
“Freedom is not a DREAM” he finished with a cunning smile.
“Your in trouble now!”
Dropping the can, Clint turned with his hand on his hidden pistol.
“Tyler! Where the hell did you come from? You trying to give me a heart attack!?”
“I pulled up while you were finishing your masterpiece.” Two feet sat on a new model Carbon Tesla Bike. Silent as death was what people said. It was constructed mainly from carbon and hyper conductive organic tissue.
“Fancy wheels you got there.”
“Thanks. I needed something quiet and fast where I was riding through.”
“Well we’re not far from the Iron Horse, and I’m sure that everyone will be there soon. It’s not safe in these parts at night anymore.”
Distant Rumblings could be heard, and ultra white headlights could be seen coming up from the valley. Their eight headlights all seemed to be bikes.
“Deputies” he said and spit on the ground.
Pulling up, Saveritti smiled a toothless grin. His front two teeth have gone missing from his first day on the job.
“Well look at this; Clint you know the rules. No one is allowed to roam the area around Sloan at night.”
“Yeah I know , and the sun’s still up.”
“I don’t trust deese two, search them. If you find anying’ on em bring it ta me.”
Saveritti said with a drunken slur. His goons were gene splicers.
Clint looked at them and said matter of fact tone “any of you tails touch me and it’ll be your most memorable mistake.”
“The law is the law Clint, and no one escapes it.” Saveritti said fiendishly,“ Unless you want to pay a fine here and now, so we can forget this.”
“No chance”
Saveritti’s goons growled and itched for blood, a side effect of their having animal DNA.
“Arrest them, and if they resist kill them.” Saveritti shouted his voice whistling through the hole where his two front teeth were meant to be.
Gunshots rang out before any of them could move. Two of them dropped. Electricity pulsed from the wounds. Clint smiled. He was brandishing his modified Colt Peacemaker. The third looked at Saveritti , turned and rode off fast. “Where are you going?” Saveritti shouted at his fleeing man.
“You guys better be on the lookout.” Turning and taking off at breakneck speeds.
Tyler turned on Clint smiling. “I see that you haven’t lost your speed.”
“Well let’s get out of here. Saveritti wouldn’t dare coming to my house, or telling his boss”
“I hope your right.”