Jack And Anna - Back To Winnipeg

The city of Bekala: the jewel of the planet Ezryn. In less than ten years, its residents had transformed it from a ghost town to a thriving metropolis. At the heart of this grand community stood a pyramid with an enormous crystal on its roof. Shaped like a teardrop, the magnificent gem sparkled in the night, reflecting the lights of the nearby buildings in a thousand different colours. It was the crowning achievement of the Bekalan people; it was also the thing that drew criminals to their city.

With the growl of a rumbling engine, Jack Hunter’s motorcycle leaped from the crest of a hill and sailed through the air before touching down on the rough pavement. He barrelled down a gentle slope, chasing a thief who had stolen something very valuable. Short, white buildings rushed past him on either side, many with lights shining in their windows.

Jack’s quarry was a spindly man who rode an even larger motorcycle and carried a knapsack on his back. Frantic, the thief glanced over his shoulder and snarled when he saw that Jack was still on his tail.

“Are we close?” Anna asked, her voice nearly drowned out by the howling wind. She was clinging to Jack with her arms wrapped around his torso, hissing and cursing every five seconds. He could tell that she wanted to be the one to drive.

The thief yanked a gun out of his belt holster, twisted around and pointed the weapon out behind himself.

“Hang on!” Jack yelled.

He leaned to his left, bullets whooshing past his right shoulder, striking lampposts and the faces of buildings. Bloody hell! He had to put a stop to this guy before someone got killed.

Gritting his teeth, Jack narrowed his eyes. “Not gonna work!” He revved the engine for a little more speed.

An image crystallized in his mind: Spatial Awareness painting a blurry picture of the street behind him. It was one of the many perks of being a Justice Keeper. Another motorbike came over the hilltop, roaring as it rushed down the slope. He could just make out the shape of the driver.

This guy was big and burly with broad shoulders. Which meant he wasn’t one of Jack’s friends. Most likely, he was working with the thief. That suspicion was confirmed when the big man drew his gun.

“Jack! Jack! Jack!” Anna wailed. She could sense him as well.

Veering to his right, Jack hissed as a slug zipped past his arm. He drove along the curbside, his tires nearly brushing the sidewalk. The new electric lamps hung over his head, shining cones of light down on the road.

The big man moved to follow him.

“I’ll deal with him,” Anna said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m on it.”