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cares and worries of this world rather than an extremely slow, extremely
lingering and extremely unhappy one."
"That's not a great deal of choice you're offering."
"No choice at all," said Strasser, "but still worth a good deal, Ryan, believe
me."
The rain was getting to be slightly heavier, very large water droplets that
thudded down on Ryan's unprotected head, though it was not yet a downpour.
This was scrubby terrain for the most part, although across the road were
trees, a sprawling coppice that offered shelter if only he could reach it. But
to get there he would have to sprint all out with only a few bushes between it
and at least fifteen guys, all weaponed up, all kill ready. It could be done,
especially in this light, but not with hands secured behind his back. Not even
a charge of adrenaline surging through him could boost him for that length of
run while his balance was shot to hell.
Strasser's truck was parked on the road, near two other trucks and three
buggies.
Presumably these were the vehicles that had passed Krysty earlier. The convoy
was behind him. War Wag One, two container rigs and an armored truck were
parked back to back in a circle, facing outward. War Wag One faced the road,
which was handy. If all went well.
Beside the war wag stood another of Strasser's trucks, close to the huge
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Although Ryan couldn't see it, he knew there were men inside peering in at the
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war wag's cab, watching for any sign of life from those inside, any twitch or
jerk that would signal an awakening.
He glanced to the east. A few klicks up the road was the land wag train. Those
on it would never waken.
He said, "Tell me one thing, Strasser. Where'd you get the nerve gas?"
The gaunt man gestured irritably.
"Don't piss around, Ryan. You're in no position."
"No, really. It's been bothering me. It isn't going to hurt you to tell me."
"The weirdo with the steel eye," snapped Strasser. "Now move it!"
The weirdo with the steel eye.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes, indeed.
The shadowy figure who was akin to the bogeyman mothers warned their kids
about. The guy very few people had ever seen. The guy who sometimes called
himself the Warlock, sometimes the Magus. The guy who was said to be able to
appear in two places at once. The guy who had a liking, once in a blue moon,
for suddenly appearing in far-flung locales, handing out fantastic, sometimes
wildly grotesque, trade goods that no one could ever figure out how to use,
and then disappearing as mysteriously as he'd come. The guy the Trader said
had to be sitting on a major Stockpile, although the way he actually used
whatever he was sitting on seemed to be a strong argument for saying he was
off his goddamned head.
So he had nerve gas. It figured. It also figured that he should have presented
it to
Jordan Teague, probably on a plate. He seemed to take a positive delight in
creating mischief, usually of the more malevolent kind.
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"Ryan& " said Strasser dangerously.
Ryan's eyes took in Krysty, her face set, her long hair flicking at her
shoulders in the light wind, both arms gripped by two heavies. There was
something odd about her but he couldn't think what it was.
"What about the girl?"
"What about her?"
"What does she get?"
Strasser frowned, his eyes narrowed to slits.
He said softly, "Ryan, why are you wasting time like this? Can it be that you
know something I don't?"
Ryan knew that it was time. Now. Only three or four minutes had elapsed since
he and Krysty had been rolled out of the truck, but all at once he knew that
he had to get free, and fast.
"Okay," he said resignedly, "let's do it."
"Well?"
"My hands," said Ryan pointedly.
"Just tell us what to press, Ryan," hissed Strasser, his face now uglier than
ever in the murky crimson light. "What to pull, what to touch, what not to
touch. You just tell us."
"Not as easy as that. One mistake and you're dead. We're all dead."
He could see Strasser mentally wrestling with the notion of having him walking
loose with his hands free.
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The gaunt man thrust his parchment-colored face close, his eyes blazing. His
whisper was malignant.
"The girl suffers, Ryan, if you do anything stupid. I promise you. I'll keep
the bitch alive for a year." He turned, nodded to one of his minions. "Cut
'em."
Ryan winced as a blade began scraping away at his bound wrists. The guy didn't
seem to give a damn where he cut.
There was a muffled grunt of pain. Ryan jerked his head up as Strasser whipped
around an oath. The sec men holding Krysty were holding her no longer. Instead
one was on the ground, groaning, the other clutching his groin, his mouth
sagging, nothing coming out of it but a prolonged croaking. The thought shot
through
Ryan's brain that she sure knew where to hurt a guy and then he realized she
was free.
Not only free but deadly. She'd snatched an auto-rifle and was dancing away,
firing at sec men who sought to grab her, sec men who jerked backward in
sequence as lead hammered them away from her. Three down and her way was
clear.
Strasser snarled an obscenity, dragging out the automatic pistol at his belt.
In the bad light it looked to be vintage Colt .454CP. He squeezed off two
shots, and the second whanged off the front offside wheel hub of one of the
trucks as Krysty dived out of sight around its fender, still firing short
bursts.
"Maim her!" yelled Strasser. "Don't kill her! I want her alive!"
Ryan couldn't locate her but knew she was on the far side, somewhere, of the
line of Strasser's vehicles parked by the road. Then four men running for the
rear end of the line were bowled over by a burst of fire at ground level. She
was shooting low, from beneath one of the trucks. It was as though the men had
been scythed.
Ryan strained at the cords gripping his wrists as Strasser began to run, and
then everything stopped dead as the murky darkness of the east burst apart
with a
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terrible fire, a vast wash of fierce eyeball-searing light, orange cored.
Sprays of scarlet jetted high into the sky, great tongues of flame that
smeared the dazzling illumination. The dull roar of the explosion, long drawn
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