Thirty Medals of Silver [Open]

[Jerome Endon]

He realized what it probably was.

He grabbed a smoke pellet from his belt with his free hand and threw it down, ducking and keeping low as he shot twice at one of the soldiers and headed the other way as the smoke spread. He wasn't sure if they could see him or not, or if his HUD gave him an edge.

[Rupert Maverick]

As Rupert had predicted, the bullet did nothing to hurt the soldiers. "Stop him!" Rupert barked. "We don't want another Munich!"

The soldier obliged, and fired at the retreating Rider.

[Jerome Endon]

He holstered his gun and came upon a soldier, thrusting his palm for the throat, then sweeping a leg behind his opponent's leg and hurling him down.

[Rupert Maverick]

As the soldier went down, Rupert growled. "Pull back."

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome kept running, hoping that he could get to his bike before taking hits, if they fired on him.

[Rupert Maverick]

"We'll let him go for now." Rupert said. "He can't outrun the Foundation."

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome got to his bike. He lost the rifle, and that was bad. Very bad. But it couldn't be helped.

He turned around and drove off.