Chapter Four
The skimmer craft Sergi had scavenged from the dead alien sped across the wide open plains. He leaned forward, protecting his face and body from the icy shards of freezing rain. The wind along the open rocky surface buffeted the bike.
He had figured the man had to have some kind of transportation. The alien had been too clean to have walked in. Sergi had found the hovering bike on the other side of the boulders from where the man had been hiding. It hadn’t taken him long to learn how to use it. The principle of operation was similar to that of a motorcycle; twist the handle for power and use the foot pedals for changing gears and stopping.
What had amazed Sergi was that the bike was virtually silent when powered on. It reminded him of the hybrid vehicles that were so popula
