An unmanned vehicle being controlled by ???
“What the devil?”
In one moonless night:
The Sheriff had been pushed into CagoBend River on his evening constitutional.
An unnamed legislator left a permanent bloody imprint (his only remains) in the Last Street Tunnel.
It knows I have no power against it. “The stakes have been raised,”It sneered at me as it squealed away from its bloody destruction. Leaving a wake of red tracks.
“You have everything you need here. Help Us…!” Doom was etched in his knowing eyes.
All I possess is a sheaf of files, a sense of foreboding.
Another week of Friday Fictioneers hosted by cycle mama Rochelle Wisoff Fields. The prompt inspired another installation for the NewCago Series. Here are the previous stories in the series:
Week 4 in Newcago Serial Helpless
Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On
week 2 in Newcago Serial Can’t Kill The Thirst
Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon