Chiick, or Miss Adee is running late as her call time was forty two minutes ago and now my programme is also going to run late. To be honest with you, I will probably stay here until she arrives; after all I am not going to cancel her. Sixteen Hundred and Sixty four confirmed kills in her last seventy seven races. She is about as hard and as ruthless as they come and I am completely frightened of her, so I am going to need to pad this until she arrives in the studio. If you have any questions that you would like me to ask her please send them into our interlink 6 address you can see on the screen just below me here. This is Jim Inkbutt in the I6 studios back in twenty minutes after the news and weather from Stacy Hungtaft and Fullman Nicefella."
Jim Inkbutt spent the next four and a half hours making small talk with listeners showing replay footage of past races from all over the world and some of the best bits from the off world racing scene, when he heard in his ear phone the words he had been waiting 5 hours to hear. "Chiick Adee is in the building and is on her way up to the studio", "Ladies, Gentlemen, children and grandparents other world beings and of course everyone else not covered by this introduction, I have just heard that she is just minutes away from the studio so we will wrap up her best of digital clips and start the roll we prepared for her entrance, Play DV" Jim said.
The DV played in the background and a camera outside the studio caught sight of her from the stair well. Jim hadn’t actually been given the correct information because Chiick Adee was in her full racing kit and was making her way up the outside of the building smashing every armoured window on the way up. The camera followed her as she caused heavy destruction throughout the glazed building and effortlessly threw herself from the side of the building onto the 88th floor landing stage right outside the studio. The camera switched to inside the studio and Jim was looking out towards the entrance not knowing her entrance was right behind him.She landed on the platform and Jim continued to look in the wrong direction until the bullet proof and sound proof arched sliding doors behind his seating arrangement broke into a billion little bullets flying through the air in every direction.
Jim lunged forward under his table and cameras moved and followed the action until she entered the studio, stamped the three foot long spikes strapped to her feet into the studio flow, followed by the six foot long spikes attached to her arms and she unclasped the restraints and dropped onto the sofa next to where Jim was originally sat. She bent down and looked under the small table by her feet and said it was OK for him to come out. Being the professional that he is Jim turned to the camera, brushed himself down and sat on the seat next to her. He looked into the camera for everyone to be addressed and all he said was, "If you are not watching this is 3D vision surround please see our sponsors pages for the greatest deals, then watch again directly from the set if for nothing else to see this spike clad beauty in everything she is offering us right now. Call me the second luckiest man in the world because in all honesty I am."
Chiick said, "Why the second?" and Jim just said, "You are married and that man gets to sleep next to you at night and only other people’s imaginations can make up anything else." Chiick turned a funny crimson colour and coyly said, "Jim shut up, you are making me blush."
Jim started the Interview with the most obvious question, “So Chiick, how did you get your name?”
“Well Jim, I am only guessing with this one, but I probably got it the same way you got yours, my parents gave it to me.” Chiick said.
“Chiick, how did they come up with that one?”
“Well Jim, they were both farmers and apparently on the day I was born a little baby chicken hatched to an old chicken that had never laid an egg before and my father was just going to kill it for the pot and I was stopped because of me.”
There was a distance alarm that started ringing but Jim and Chiick had a little giggle, “See this is what happens when you break all the windows in the building.” Jim said and continued, “Why did you do that?”
Chiick smiled, “Well Jim, that was all a publicity stunt, as you probably know there is an otherworld race being held here on earth in a one week’s time and the publicity alone that is received from this stunt will pay for the repairs on this building let alone the exposure we will get too. What do you think of my work clothes?” Chiick stood up and the automated cameras followed her, zoomed in on her and zoomed out to show a full profile, she had leather spiked suit that look as though it had been painted on. The spikes that came out around the front of the body were long and sharp whilst the ones on the back were shorter and fatter.
That alarm was still ringing in the distance but was being helped along by a deep thumping noise. All of a sudden the all of the automated cameras moved and repointed automatically over Chiick and Jims shoulders. On every monitor in the studio and in the gallery a face appeared in full screen. Green squares swarmed over the image picking out one of two hundred and thirty six defining features that the human face has, modern face recognition uses more and more points to help define bone structure as well as facial features to see through face lifts and restructuring. A new siren started to sound in the studio now and every automated weapon the studio was fitted with, trained all bullets on the figure on the balcony. The sharp crack of a bullet was heard for a split second, Chiick dodged to one side and saw the bullet propel Jim back and a mist of blood remained in the air following the wake of flying, limp body.Everything seemingly moving in slow motion, Chiick pulled her communication unit from a small pouch around her waist and attached it to the leather ribbons that weaved around the back of her head. Permanently on the other end of her headset is her agent and as the studio armaments fired in a massive explosion of bullets she said, “Mark upload my DNA to the I6 studio computers I don’t want one of these useless guns to hit me in the cross fire. Also contact the lawyers and get me a no prosecution pass on this. Get the streaming provider to activate the race cameras and hack the I6 camera array and more importantly get in touch with all of our sponsors and sell the rights.”
A Crackle back on the other end of the line said, “DNA uploaded” Chiick ran and jumped into her hand and foot spikes and they automatically detected her unique signature and clamped in place around her arms and legs. “You have the pass, the stream will be running in 2 minutes, we have Gladstone Hooter online mow and he wants exclusive rights on the whole event. 150 million he is paying.”
Chiick said, “Take nothing less than 200 million, he has the money in his shoe.”
Out on the landing stage the torrent of bullets hit the shields set out in front of the invader, he hardly moved but was being forced inch by inch back towards the edge of the stage. Chiick saw the online light appear in her goggles and looked out towards the shielded man walking slowly out on her spikes she edged closer. The unknown attacker was unable to return fire whilst his shield was engaged so Chiick made a quick charge. Seeing her come he threw down his shield generator and jumped. Chiick made it up to the edge of the landing stage and looked over to see an old fashioned parachute falling to the earth. However her attention was taken by movement in her peripheral vision and all up and around the outside of the building were literally hundreds of spiked attackers making their way up the building and Chiick said into her headset, “Mark, get Gladstone Hooter up to 500 million and if I come out of here alive I will dance totally naked in one of his Gentleman’s lounges.
Chiick stood right at the very edge overlooking the 88 floor drop and thought for a short time, the automatic camera from the studio followed her every move and hovered around her and out in thin air getting the full picture. Chiick threw herself off the platform and plummeted down the side of the building, her acceleration was increase substantially when she pulled herself into the sleekest high dive shape, face down hands right out in front of her and the spike attached to her wrists sticking out further like the tines on a fork. She heard over her headset, “Chiick, six hundred and ten million and he has booked you in on his four hundred thousand capacity other world lounge the day after tomorrow. Apparently the ticket sales are almost sold out and this has only been aired for 6 minutes.”
Hearing this she said hopefully, “Are they going to supply a costume?” Mark replied, “No negotiation on a costume. And it will be beamed live via I6 and every other medium on subscription to approximately 47 billion viewers.”
“I had better not get injured then, had I?” she said. She stuck her right arm out until she made contact with the building and then hit the first opponent directly through the protective helmet he or it was wearing the other end of her spike came out of its right foot, a quick jerk of her arm the sharp spike came out sideways. Her first contact fell through the air and took out anyone its way. She used her left arm on the building to slow herself down and moved forcefully sideways slashing each time a limb wash free of the movements. Spike riders fell out in front of her, a large explosion came from the sixty fourth floor just above her, making her way up she re-entered the building there and stood for a few seconds watching as the Spike riders on the other side of the building smashed their way through and onto the mezzanine section of the 5 or so floors above and below. Camera hover and automatic weaponry fire thousands of rounds of ammunition every second. Riders were hit and some knock back by the impact on their shields.
Fortunately it is not possible to have a complete shield as you can only use the shield to cover a one hundred and eighty degree circle around the emitter, some came to the party equipped with a front and rear emitter. Chiick saw that one of the riders had two shields defending him from the fire on both sides. She swiftly worked around the walls and with every more either killed, maimed or knocked anything in her way. Taking advantage of the opponents shielding she hit the weak point all around the edges of the shield just where they should meet and managed to remove a leg, stab he spike through an arm and as the rider flailed in pain and blood gushed from the leg stump she threw a left arm straight through his side armour and he fell. The automatic fire trained on his still warm and moving body booted the shielded and dead rider around like an old fashioned football.
Now running at speed she used the unique sharpness of her own spikes to jump and hang from the concrete structure sometime turning upside down and removing rider’s one after the other and hitting shielded ones so they fell down the open space that runs the entire height of the internal structure. In her goggles she saw the viewing figures gradually grow and grow until they hit 94.1 million, pressing a finger to the side of her goggles she turned off the display and started to run, very fast and impaled a first rider and then a second and third rider, throwing both arms to her side quickly she released the freshly dead in the quickest way, through their middles as if being split open from the middle to one side was not enough of an injury, as they fell she stamped her foot spikes through their bodies making sure the job was complete.
She jumped from the mezzanine and landed on a rider on the opposite floor and grabbed it in a bear hug impaling it on at least thirty two spikes from her body armour and without releasing it she flung herself out of the exterior window and dropped the rider into the nothingness below.Chiick impaled both her feet in glorious 3d vision through both lenses of a hovering camera and pushed off back into the building and just stopped an arm and spike width from the edge, she positioned a leg as a pivot point and slowly started to twist herself like a gyroscope using the wall for leverage her free leg was out and down and both arms at different heights and as the now grouping riders climbed the outside they were mutilated by rotating hell that Chiick Adee could be mistaken for. One after another the body parts of the climbing riders were disposed of by shear force and the automatic fire the building security.
The onslaught gradually died off and Chiick slowed down her rotation until she was stood catching her breathe looking down over edge and down over 50 floors. She said into her headset, “Mark have the police drones got my DNA, if not you have better get it to them very, very quickly” and she started to run into the heart of the building. The bullets tore big holes into the walls and floors around her, red lasers swiped around her and holes appeared in the laser wake. Jumping and falling from mezzanine to mezzanine, she lost her footing and fell landing hard inside an office suite selling the very latest in how security camera and automated weaponry. The outside wall exploded with 8 inch holes as drone artillery fired on her location, they must be using heat sensors to approximate her location. Eight spikes tore through the block walling over to her left and then the wall disappeared as it was pushed through by four riders until a blaze of crimson filled the air as the drones picked off each of them in less than a second. Chiick jumped up and exiting through the new opening she hit the sprinkler riser pipe and drowned her location in fire killing cool water and the bullets around her stopped and over the sound of the rushing water all went quiet immediately around her. Stepping out of the water for a few seconds she said, “Mark, my DNA upload where are we?” And Mark replied, “Going through now give it another 20 seconds, by the way we now have nine point six billion viewers.”
Just inches from her head the wall behind Chiick gained an extra hole; the heat from her exposed head had attracted a drone. The shock of it made her react by running and performing a dive over the edge of the mezzanine and she fell uncontrolled right down the centre of the I6 news corporation building. Bullets holes appeared following her fall, she hit steel cables holding up advertising banners when she hit the third cable the old fashioned vinyl banner caught onto the spike binding on her left arm and she was jerked violently around just feet from the ground floor reception. Swiping her other spike over her head released the last clasp on the banner and she fell feet first onto the floor and debris rained down on her head.
She let out a big sigh and before she could say anything to Mark she looked around and found she had landed in amongst a large accumulation of riders, she took a deep breath and as she started to make a move to begin the fight a massive torrent of bullets came from everywhere and every remaining rider, exploded as the armaments fired from everything now inside and outside was unleashed down on them. Mark said in her ear, “DNA uploaded to everything, 16 billion viewers” she wiped a large amount of blood from her face and took in her surroundings.
Two days later on the stage at Gladstone Hooters Gentleman’s lounge Chiick appeared on stage in nothing but a smile and a massive pay check.