Adurant

 The hovercraft sped across the grey dark sky where flashy colors, neon lights, billboards, and screens on skyscrapers adorned the city. Damon peered out the window.  He gasped, staring wide eyed at the screens on the buildings towering over the people down below. Recognition dawned on him when a woman flashed onto the screen.

"Here at Dragunov Cybernetics, the future is now. Come and see what we offer you as one of our cyborgs."

Nightshade, no, it couldn't be, he thought to  himself, but it was.

Eric drew his Glock pistol from his hip holster as his eyes narrowed on the name on the Screen. Dragunov Cybernetics. Glancing sideways, he immediately spotted a hovercraft speeding straight at them.

Protruding out of  the window, Bishop downloaded the schematics of the hovercraft that Eric and Damon were in.  He was part human and part machine, with the implant on his head, he had being one of  the advanced cyborgs that had being deisnged at Dragunov Cybernetics. He gripped the M4 in his metal hand and opened fire as he blasted bullets at the hovercraft.

Terror overtook  his face; as he swung his pistol at the cyborg gripping M4 in his grip. How was he supposed to kill it? He pulled the trigger as he fired a shot at the hovercraft behind them.

Bishop jumped from the hovercraft with the M4 still clutched in his grip as Ash swiftly moved into the driver's seat. A loud thud came crashing  down on the hovercraft as a cold metal hand reached through, snatching the pistol right out of his grip. Eric lunged at the cyborg as his hands tightened into a fist; throwing punches at it.

The color drained out of Damon's face as he took in the cyborg's sight. He had seen nothing like this before; he shivered at the thought of it.  He lunged for Eric's pistol laying on the ground, snatched it up and fired a shot at the cyborg.

<Target identified > Kill or capture?

Bishop's eyes narrowed as they turned red, he grabbed Eric by the neck and before he could throw any more punches at him. Eric landed on the front of the hovercraft, trying to hang on with  all his grip. He swung his legs over  as he kicked the window smashing  it and slid inside. He shoved Damon out of the way before the cyborg reached him.

"What the hell is that? It looks human , but it's not," Damon asked in a worried tone.

"They are part human and part machine Damon, My guess is that they were created by Dragunov Cybernetics. But for what purpose I don't know?" Eric stated in a calm tone.

"You're telling me they are part human and part machine. I saw one of their eyes turn red on me." Damon scowled.

Bishop locked onto the target and opened fire as the round thudded against Damon, hitting in his right arm. The pistol fell from his grip, hitting the ground. Eric dove for the Glock  as he snatched it, leveled it at one of the eyes on the cyborg and fired a shot right into the eyes.

Red blood oozed out of the wound on Damon's right arm where he  been had shot. He placed his other hand over it to stop it from bleeding

"Shit, I'm hit," Damon said in a painful tone, as his eyes burned with tears.

Eric jumped into the driver's seat of the hovercraft. He swiftly turned off the hologram control of it as he took over control of it. He would not let his best friend die on him now. Yes, he had to admit Damon had always found trouble when he went after the truth, but he had always been  there for him. And  these cyborgs were going to trying  to stop him  from doing what he did best. They did not know who they were dealing with?

"Hang on, Damon, I'm going to try to land this hovercraft someplace where we can stop the bleeding on your wound," Eric said as he tried to hold the back the tears in his eyes

He reached under the seat, finding a modified Desert Eagle 50 caliber pistol. He switched the hovercraft to automatic pilot as he cocked the hammer on the pistol and fired a round into the cyborg as it fell out of the hovercraft, crashing down on the ground down below. He tossed the pistol onto the seat across from him. 

Switching the controls back to normal, he snatched the wheel as he flew the hovercraft down on the street coming to a halt. The door opened up and Eric stepped out, surveying the city, trying to figure out what to do or go? 

Damon climbed out, as he observed all the hovercrafts  floating in the air above them. His eyes darted over to the window of a bar , where holograms were dancing around the stage. He could still feel blood oozing out of his wound.

 Unaware of their surroundings,  they strode down the sidwalk his eyes darted back and forth. Observing  all the light billboards advertisements flashing on it. It reminded him of being in Moscow at one time in his life. They would have to move fast now.

"Keep moving, we're not safe yet? There is still one more cyborg out there, the one driving the hovercraft," Eric exclaimed.

He remembered what this instructor told him back when he was being trained at the farm.

"When you're in a tight spot, stay calm and cold. Get emotional and you get dead. Cold blood can get you out of a jam. Never go against your gut. Keep your options open. And pick your time and place for action." 

Eric immediately spotted a bar couple of blocks down the street. The flashing neon sign read Legend. If they could make it there, it would give him  time to think and maybe even find someone who could help him look after Damon's shoulder wound. His instincts were on high alert now.

They made their way over to the bar as Eric pushed open the door and entered the  dark, darfty, smoking,  and musky room. From what he could tell , there was a pool table where a couple of people were playing pool. 

He guessed they were probably cyborgs, too. In the corner were some tables and booths. They strolled over to a table. Damon sat down while Eric walked over to the bar counter.

 The bartender looked up seeing him before he spoke.

"What can I get you fellows?" he asked.

"I'm here to see Emlin," Eric stated in a cautious tone as his eyes darted back and forth, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Eric's heart thuds as the woman strides up, reaches into her tactical mini-wig and produces a pistol with a suppressor on the end. Discreetly, as possible, she jams the barrel into his ribs and says, "who's asking?"

"Red," he said.

Emlin lowered the pistol from his ribs. "Eric the Red"