“What do you think, your majesty?” The sheriff asked the king who looked both shocked and repulsed at the sight of the gargantuan man.
“My God man! Yes! You are the living form of terror itself! Ha ha! Why you look like a wrestler! Yes! You will definately send a message of fear to this city. No one plays vigilante in my city, Sheriff! Not while you walk these streets!” The king said, walking over to the man and admiring his massive muscles.
“How can I please you, my king?” The sheriff asked and the King’s smile of admiration vanished. Once again he was all business.
“Bring me the head of Robin of Loxley! For too long has he caused a stir in my fair city. People think of him as a hero. A legend. I tell you he is no more than a common thief! I want his head, sheriff! Prepare the army! Scour the city and the forests! I want this man found!” The king exclaimed, Nigel walking into the room and passing him a small glass of brandy on a tray. The king took the brandy, throwing it down and motioning Nigel to leave.
“I will deal with Loxley myself, your majesty,” the sheriff replied, bowing before leaving the throne room. The king returned his attention to the view outside his castle window, a wicked grin creeping across his face.
Chapter nine: Robin and Lady Marion
Marion rode a hover bike through the city, flying high over the streets below and past speeding traffic that flew around her, beeping their horns. She was dressed in white leather pants and a white leather singlet and jacket. She adjusted the yellow goggles that covered her eyes and flipped on the radio. Sabotage by Beastie Boys blasted from her stereo speakers as she manoeuvred skilfully around the traffic, banking left and right to avoid collisions.
She was doing well over 90 in a 50 zone, but she didn’t care. Marion whooped at the top of her lungs, speeding past two police cruisers that hovered outside a housing complex which climbed up into the sky, several thousand feet from the city streets.
The two robotic cops exchanged glances, hitting the accelerators and flooring it in pursuit of the wild biker. Marion flew through the city, passing neon billboards and holographic adult entertainment. She looked in her rear view mirror, cursing aloud.
“Ah goddamnit!” She exclaimed, speeding up and steering down a gap between two buildings. She cleared the narrow gap, looking to see if she had been followed. She sighed with relief, coming out of the gap and straight into lines of flying traffic.
The sirens wailed from above as the two flying police vehicles flew at her from above, firing photon blasts which Marion banked left and right to avoid.
A mechanical voice erupted from one of the police cars as the firing continued, Marion artfully dodging each blast as she flew her bike over the buildings and through alley after alley. Laser blasts hit the walls around her and Marion focussed, flying high over the city skyline but she wasn’t losing them.
“This is the Sherwood Police Department. You have violated section 31075 under the responsible driving act. This is not acceptable. Pull over and prepare for interrogation,” the mechanical voice said. Marion shook her head. She knew if she pulled over she was dead, but if she could outfly them... maybe she’d have a chance. Marion slowed down allowing the police cruisers to catch up to her. She waited for the cars to almost come to a stop before gunning the engines and taking off again speeding down another alley.
In one of the police cars, one of the robots seemed shocked by her move.
“Why do they always run?” The machine asked itself aloud, hitting the accelerators and flying after her.
Marion steered into an alley, pulling the bike to a stop on a balcony overlooking the street below. She jumped off the bike and ran across the rooftop. Marion jumped behind a large chimney and crouched behind it as the two squad cars flew towards where she had dumped the bike, blasting it to smithereens.
Marion pulled a laser pistol out of her belt, holding it at her side just in case the robotic bastards got too close. She heard the sound of clanging metal as two robot officers jumped from their hovering cars, landing on the rooftop on their feet, guns drawn.
Marion panted, wiping sweat from her brow as the THUD... THUD... THUD of their footsteps drew closer. Marion closed her eyes as the sound of their metal feet stepping closer towards her grew louder and louder... THUD... THUD... THUD... THUD, getting closer by the second. She would be killed for leading them in the chase, there were no two ways about it.
The officers were almost on top of her when suddenly a hooded figure in a green tunic, swung down from the rooftops above and aimed with his bow and arrow. He fired two laser arrows at once, both hitting the two robot cops in their chest plates. The robots looked at each other and exploded as the arrows detonated, sending their mechanical debris flying in every direction.
Robin Hood landed on his feet by Marion, grabbing her by the hand and removing a grapple gun from his belt. He took Marion in his arms, grappling upward into his waiting green Lamborghini, which hovered just above
