James Axler Deathlands 009 Red Equinox

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hollows, so that most of the corpses lay invisible in the swirling whiteness.
"How many dead, Comrade Corporal?" Zimyanin asked. "You watched through
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"Yes, Comrade Major-Commissar," answered the young, smooth-chinned noncom. "I
counted twenty-three fall, of which all but one failed to& " He lost the thread
of his sentence through his fear of the blood-eyed officer.
Zimyanin smiled thinly. "You mean that twenty-two are dead and one wounded?"
"No, Comrade Major-Commissar. The wounded man rose and was shot immediately
and fell again. He did not rise a second time."
"Thank you, soldier. Time for the final wave of the at-tack, I believe. Bring
up the wags and ready the gren launchers. They are to fire only at my personal
com-mand."
"THEY COME AGAIN?"
"Course they will, Jak," Ryan replied. "It's coming down to the gun. Russkies
know we're here. Know we can't run."
"But we can jump," J.B. said. "Now the gateway's nearly ready."
Doc had been listening from the damaged floor above them, with Zorro cowering
at his side. "The door is nearly completed, gentlemen. That is perfectly true.
But I
fear that it doesn't mean we will necessarily find the chamber work-ing when
we attempt it. The only way to test it is to use it."
"What could go wrong, Doc?" Ryan asked.
"Who could know that, my dear friend? Who knows the face that launched a
thousand ships and something some-thing the topless towers of somewhere or
other? If you take my meaning."
"No."
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"Tarnation! The mat-trans might simply not function at all and we shall look
pretty fools sitting there waiting for our Communist friends to pop us in
their bag.
Or, it might work a little."
"Then fucking what, Doc?" Jak asked.
"Then we might all occupy a little space somewhere be-tween the stars. A
smudge of displaced molecules posi-tioned roughly between eternity and
infinity. I do not believe there would be much pain in such an ending."
"Thanks, Doc," Ryan said. "Sure gives us all some-thing to chew on for a
while."
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"You're most welcome, my dear chap."
"SEND THEM BACK to their hovels. I want them out of the way before the final
assault."
"They are unhappy, Comrade Major-Commissar. So many lost."
"They are not lost, you mumbling, fish-fucking cretin! If they are simply lost
we can wait until the sun rises prop-erly and burns away the mist. Then they
will be found again. They are not lost! They are out there dead."
"The claims for& " the local commander continued, torn between fear of Gregori
Zimyanin and the knowledge that the survivors would probably assassinate him
for his part in the massacre.
"It will come under Industrial and Allied Pension and Personal Injury Claims,
Comrade. Arrange for the appro-priate forms to be handed out tomorrow."
"Yes, Comrade Major-Commissar."
"And tell the sec patrols we attack in precisely fifteen minutes. I want the
one-
eyed American in my hands within the hour."
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
"NEXT TIME'LL BE the big one," Ryan predicted.
"Yeah," J.B. agreed. "Won't be a bunch of kids. Won't be a suicide squad of
dirt-
poor stupes. It'll be the sec men, and they won't give up easy."
"I can hear something," Krysty said, leaning against the window, head on one
side. Doc had taken her place in the deep basement, checking over the last
connections to the gateway. Rick had said that it should finally be ready
within the hour. Ryan's worry was that they might not have that long before
the Russians broke in.
"Wags?"
"Yeah. Four or five. There."
They could all see them, four wags that had come all the way from Moscow.
Three of them had heavy armaplate on the front, protecting the cabs and the
beds from ordinary bullets. Ryan guessed that they'd all be packed with armed
sec men.
They'd drive straight at the front of the house, and there was nothing the
defenders could do to stop them.
"Any armapiercers, J.B.? Or any grens?"
The Armorer sniffed. "Nope. Not enough to stop them. You?"
Ryan shook his head. "Nothing. Could take out the tires when they get closer.
Pick off one or two when they break for the house."
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"Burn big stairs," Jak suggested, eagerly handling his huge cannon of a
blaster.
The teenager was frustrated that, so far, he'd been able to contribute nothing
to their de-fense.
"Could. Trouble is, start a few flames in the center of the house and the
whole place could go. Last resort, mebbe."
Krysty touched Ryan on the shoulder. "Didn't tell you what the freezie wants,
lover."
"What?"
"He's ready for death. Welcoming it. Insisted I gave him a pyrotab, and he's
sitting there with the cans of gas. Says that as soon as we jump, he'll blow
the whole place. Him-self with it. He means it, lover. I know."
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"Fine. I'm not going to stop him. Couple of gallons of gas down there would
come up the stairwell like a blasting nuke. Be a hell of a good way for a man
to go." The ad-miration rode high in Ryan's voice.
"Long as he doesn't light it too soon," J.B. warned.
"They got a gren launcher," Krysty announced, shad-ing her emerald eyes from
the bright cutting edge of the rising sun.
"Then it's time we moved," Ryan growled. "Get ready for Cawdor's last stand."
UNLESS THE DENFENDERS had some secret cache of nukes, Zimyanin knew his men
couldn't fail to destroy the dam-aged building. They could pound it with
high-explosive rounds until it was only rubble. Or they could napalm it and
roast the Americans alive. But that would leave vital questions unanswered. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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