“One lap down, five entrants out, Time to make my play.” Amy passed the lap marker and considered her position. Her armour was gone on the left, but otherwise strong. The pack was reduced, more than half the competitors had resigned. At least two of them were dead. She was at the back of the […]
Posts Tagged ‘Amy Banuelos’
Why I deathrace – part III
March 10, 2008Why do I deathrace? Part II
March 9, 2008“This is insane.” The words were spoken out loud, even if there was no one to hear them. The klaxon blared, declaring Weapons Free. Amy tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she accelerated, jockeying for position with the other Sunrises. The crackle of super-heated air startled her, and she jerked the wheel to […]
Why do I deathrace?
March 6, 2008Amy Banuelos tightened the straps on her helmet. She checked them, then checked them again. Ever since Old One-Eye hit that wall at 90 in a Vampire, she always triple-checked the helmet. The medics said death was instantaneous. Because his straps were loose. “Amy, you don’t have to do this you know.” ‘Earl’ Hickey leaned […]
The dream of a Vanguard
February 15, 2008Howard Spicer sat alone in the bar. He nursed a glass of firewater, the fiery spirit of distilled cactus sap known as Mezcal. “Hey, Boss.” Amy Banuelos ambled over and pulled up a chair. The team’s scout, she was effective and popular, although Howard knew that the gang had more respect for the conspicuous bravery […]
The girl who crossed the Badlands
January 15, 2008The Mercenary rolled up to the fortified wall of the Badlands Truckstop. As it weaved its way into the compound, he could hear the dull slapping of rubber against the dusty, rocky road. A girl got out. No, he thought, a woman. She must have been in her mid-twenties. Not many live that long anymore. […]
The Vanguards of Darkwind 