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clear-cut and simple. During the five minutes or so that the assault on the
ville lasted, he had no real idea of what was going on, or whether they were
winning or losing.
He could tell that the Trader and J.B. had launched their attacks, because he
heard shouts and more firing from other parts of Towse. Toward the end, he
also began to see other crew members around the alleys and moving across the
bright plaza.
It was absurd to try to keep his group of six together amongst the maze of
lanes and twisting passages. As soon as the brief skirmish was done, he gave
them their orders.
"Split up. Watch your backs. Good luck."
Alone, he doubled back, reaching the alley that overlooked the main entrance.
If it became necessary for a talkie message to go to the wags for assistance,
it was important that the defenders weren't given the chance to barricade the
open gateway.
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He recognized the sec-man leading the group that was hesitating by the
entrance, listening to the noise of the assault and not certain whether to
stand or to move.
It was Long Dog Hodgson, waving his customized blaster in the air. The
searchlights caught the ten-inch barrel of the Charter Explorer 3, making it
appear like a silver magician's wand.
The group of two men and three women were less than twenty feet away from
Ryan. He slowly brought the shotgun off his shoulder and slipped the Ruger
back into its holster.
He'd reloaded the Close Assault Weapon and it was ready to go.
The other thing he'd seen in vids of battles was that men were always shouting
warnings before they opened fire. That always got a good laugh on War Wag One
when the crew was watching an action vid.
The first blast hit Long Dog in the small of the back, almost slicing him in
two. He died not even knowing who'd administered the savage death blow. Fitted
with an effective muzzle flash suppressor, the scattergun delivered its deadly
gifts from cover. The baron's people had no way of knowing the sniper's
position. One by one Ryan picked them off, steadily working the action of the
weapon, moving calmly from target to target.
As the last man went spinning down, blood spurting from torn flesh, a young
girl, barely ten years old, ran screaming from one of the houses. She stopped
and picked up a heavy pistol that had been dropped by one of the sec-women.
"Fuckin' bastard!" she yelped, turning to where Ryan stood at the corner of
the alley. The blaster was an old Smith amp; Wesson 9 mm revolver, much too
heavy for her small hands. But hatred drove her on, and
Ryan heard the sharp click of the hammer locking back.
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Ryan hesitated, staring at the dark muzzle of the pistol, his own finger slack
on the trigger of the shotgun.
"You dead, dead, dead," the girl chanted. A 10-gauge scattergun round hit her
in the side, opening up the fragile bones of her chest, bursting her heart.
The blaster dropped to the dirt with a heavy, thunking sound.
"Wrong, kid," Hun said, breaking her smoking weapon. "You dead." She ejected
the spent round and expertly thumbed in another. She looked at Ryan, standing
beyond the pile of corpses. "No good chilling all but one, lover."
"I know it. Thanks, Hun."
"No survivors!" Francis yelled, eyes wide with the savor of the slaughter,
grinning at Ryan as he ran by.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan spotted a familiar figure, dodging across
the flat roof of one of the houses by the old church.
"Ferryman," he whispered.
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Chapter Thirty-Five
NOBODY EVER FOUND OUT who started the fires. The first serious explosion came
as Ryan began to chase the fleeing sec-boss. There wasn't any special personal
hatred against Ferryman. It was purely business. One thing that the Trader had
drummed into Ryan was that a man never ever left an enemy alive. If he did, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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clear-cut and simple. During the five minutes or so that the assault on the
ville lasted, he had no real idea of what was going on, or whether they were
winning or losing.
He could tell that the Trader and J.B. had launched their attacks, because he
heard shouts and more firing from other parts of Towse. Toward the end, he
also began to see other crew members around the alleys and moving across the
bright plaza.
It was absurd to try to keep his group of six together amongst the maze of
lanes and twisting passages. As soon as the brief skirmish was done, he gave
them their orders.
"Split up. Watch your backs. Good luck."
Alone, he doubled back, reaching the alley that overlooked the main entrance.
If it became necessary for a talkie message to go to the wags for assistance,
it was important that the defenders weren't given the chance to barricade the
open gateway.
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tml].html (168 of 200) [12/28/2004 12:52:44 AM]
Deathlands - Time Nomads
He recognized the sec-man leading the group that was hesitating by the
entrance, listening to the noise of the assault and not certain whether to
stand or to move.
It was Long Dog Hodgson, waving his customized blaster in the air. The
searchlights caught the ten-inch barrel of the Charter Explorer 3, making it
appear like a silver magician's wand.
The group of two men and three women were less than twenty feet away from
Ryan. He slowly brought the shotgun off his shoulder and slipped the Ruger
back into its holster.
He'd reloaded the Close Assault Weapon and it was ready to go.
The other thing he'd seen in vids of battles was that men were always shouting
warnings before they opened fire. That always got a good laugh on War Wag One
when the crew was watching an action vid.
The first blast hit Long Dog in the small of the back, almost slicing him in
two. He died not even knowing who'd administered the savage death blow. Fitted
with an effective muzzle flash suppressor, the scattergun delivered its deadly
gifts from cover. The baron's people had no way of knowing the sniper's
position. One by one Ryan picked them off, steadily working the action of the
weapon, moving calmly from target to target.
As the last man went spinning down, blood spurting from torn flesh, a young
girl, barely ten years old, ran screaming from one of the houses. She stopped
and picked up a heavy pistol that had been dropped by one of the sec-women.
"Fuckin' bastard!" she yelped, turning to where Ryan stood at the corner of
the alley. The blaster was an old Smith amp; Wesson 9 mm revolver, much too
heavy for her small hands. But hatred drove her on, and
Ryan heard the sharp click of the hammer locking back.
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Ryan hesitated, staring at the dark muzzle of the pistol, his own finger slack
on the trigger of the shotgun.
"You dead, dead, dead," the girl chanted. A 10-gauge scattergun round hit her
in the side, opening up the fragile bones of her chest, bursting her heart.
The blaster dropped to the dirt with a heavy, thunking sound.
"Wrong, kid," Hun said, breaking her smoking weapon. "You dead." She ejected
the spent round and expertly thumbed in another. She looked at Ryan, standing
beyond the pile of corpses. "No good chilling all but one, lover."
"I know it. Thanks, Hun."
"No survivors!" Francis yelled, eyes wide with the savor of the slaughter,
grinning at Ryan as he ran by.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan spotted a familiar figure, dodging across
the flat roof of one of the houses by the old church.
"Ferryman," he whispered.
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Deathlands - Time Nomads
Chapter Thirty-Five
NOBODY EVER FOUND OUT who started the fires. The first serious explosion came
as Ryan began to chase the fleeing sec-boss. There wasn't any special personal
hatred against Ferryman. It was purely business. One thing that the Trader had
drummed into Ryan was that a man never ever left an enemy alive. If he did, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]