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.Her next words were a sobbed plea.“Please, no.”On the visz, Chaplin was trying to talk through his muzzle bonds, but, simultaneously, he sent more thoughts to Gabriel.Six, he relayed.Chompers, plus five.They got me instead of one of you.So this was Stamp’s revenge.Gabriel’s blood popped inside him.He was tired of lying down.Tired of the good always suffering.How long could beings like him and the people in this community take it? When should they stand up and make it stop?Though Chaplin had warned Gabriel to stay inside, he went toward the ladder, anyway.He even grabbed a weapon from the wall—a revolver.It’d take away the need for fangs.The last thing he wanted to do was expose his vampire and get himself and the community in bigger trouble.“Gabriel!”At the almost unrecognizable, torn fervor of her voice, Gabriel trained his gaze on Mariah.Her fingers clutched his bed blankets, her chopped hair covering most of her face and making her look wrathful enough to take on Stamp’s whole crew herself.Their body rhythms beat in time to each other’s, her anger his anger.It was even as if they were one of a kind.“I know this is a trap,” Gabriel said, “but Stamp’s gone too far.”He glanced at the common-area visz to see if the others were there, and they were, still talking, still huddling together.Maybe Sammy didn’t have a portable visz with him.Maybe they didn’t know what was happening outside.Shit, Gabriel wished he and Mariah had been audibly tuned in to the common area to know for sure what their neighbors were planning.if anything.On the outside visz, someone pulled Chaplin away from the lens, leaving the screen empty again, except for a voice.“We b at Stamp’s!”No more time to waste.“You coming?” he asked Mariah.He thought he saw her mouth curl downward in a grimace, but she lowered her head, pulling at the blankets harder.“Chaplin’s your best friend,” he said, disbelief coloring his question.Didn’t saving Chaplin trump her fear of straying too far? Wouldn’t this be worth going all the way to Stamp’s place?Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes still covered by hair.But he saw something in the silent cry of her mouth.A reckoning.Her own desire for revenge, and it was making her limbs quake as they struggled to hold her up.His own body responded, leading him to his inner vampire again.But he wasn’t going to fight that way.Wasn’t going to give in to it.or them.He was going to do this on his own terms, as Abby had made him want to do.Mariah only pointed to the workroom door, and he caught her meaning.When he’d farmed water down there, he’d seen a trapdoor in the big cavern, and using it might offer an element of surprise if Stamp’s men were nearby expecting an exit out of Mariah’s primary doors.“So you’re not coming,” he said.A second passed, and he thought she just might pull through.But then she shook her head: harder, then faster, as if trying to jar something awful out of her.Then, with a dry sob, she started to move toward the common-area tunnel.Was she going there for safety, to be with the others in case the voice on the visz had been lying about taking Chaplin to Stamp’s and the thugs were actually going to infiltrate the homes below instead?Now he understood why she might stay, though if it’d been him, he’d have gone after Chaplin for miles and miles.But that was why she had Gabriel her/font>“Gabriel,” she said, her voice low and ragged as she neared the tunnel door.“Go.”Her eyes, which he could barely see shining through her hair with tears and grief and rage, made him realize that he’d do anything she needed him to do.With one last look, he opened the door to the workroom, taking the stairs, blanking his mind, not dwelling on Mariah.He couldn’t.She had her wall of weapons plus the other Badlanders to back her up if she needed it.Chaplin had nothing.After he’d made his way through the workroom, then crept out the trapdoor, which was hidden among a hill of rocks, he tracked Chaplin by scent, going farther and farther away from the sanctuary.Tracking made for slow going, yet he did it, inch by inch, foot by foot, as fast as he could.When he heard the gunshot from back in the direction of Mariah’s place, he was too mired in Chaplin’s trail to go back there to see who’d fired.Or why.13Cedric Orville had thought that the silver-capped teeth he wore around his boots would be too loud for a cat-and-mouse exercise like tonight’s, so at dusk, he’d taken the baubles off and carefully stowed them in his pocket.He’d gotten them from a stay in an East Coast sanctuary, sneaking around when the others had been snoozing, targeting his marks and then giving them a drop of lazy-donna, a black-market drug that would ensure unconsciousness while Cedric used his pliers to extract the teeth.Precious metals weren’t as useful as they once were—water was king—but they sounded pretty when he put them on his boots and walked.When Johnson Stamp had discovered Cedric one morning, ditched in a gutter where some vigilante sanctifiers had thrown him after catching him red-handed during a silver extraction, the boy had found Cedric’s jewelry interesting.That had led to their conversing about how Cedric had been tossed out and left for garbage, and how no one in society should suffer that.Stamp had offered him a second chance.Said that everyone deserved one, although if the recipient spit it right back at you, the slight should be accounted for.Cedric had agreed, knowing he wouldn’t be doing any spitting.The boy was big on giving people new opportunities, and Cedric had heard once that it was because Stamp was looking for some himself, so he could distance himself from the things he’d done that no one dared talk about now.Stamp seemed to have some sort of moral code that Cedric found quaint—it’d kept the kid from outright killing the Badlanders until there was good proof of guilt.As Cedric saw it, Stamp’s whole second-chance attitude was probably the reason he’d been so downright disappointed when the scrubs over at the nearby community had seen fit to throw Stamp’s graciousness right back in his face; who was to say that they weren’t guilty of killing another one of the crew? Cedric was all for hanging them high and getting done with it.Thinking about Teddy and his half-buried remains was all the reason Cedric needed for action.They’d found him under the beaks of those shades—the black-winged crow ancestors who’d grown in size and appetite since Before, just as things like scorpions and lizards and all manner of mutants had so rapidly done out here.Thinking of Teddy made Cedric mad.As a gunshot rang out from the west, back at the scrub compound, he stood up from the ground where he’d been resting, ready for any come-what-may.He’d been tasked with transporting the dog to Stamp’s place, but shooting the critter with the drug gun and capturing it had been the simple part.It sounded like Cedric’s comrades were currently experiencing worse times back with the rest of the scrubs at the community.Damn, he hoped his partners had gotten one of those Homo sapiens and not another dog to drag back as a captive.The crew hadn’t gone over there tonight to wrangle dogs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Her next words were a sobbed plea.“Please, no.”On the visz, Chaplin was trying to talk through his muzzle bonds, but, simultaneously, he sent more thoughts to Gabriel.Six, he relayed.Chompers, plus five.They got me instead of one of you.So this was Stamp’s revenge.Gabriel’s blood popped inside him.He was tired of lying down.Tired of the good always suffering.How long could beings like him and the people in this community take it? When should they stand up and make it stop?Though Chaplin had warned Gabriel to stay inside, he went toward the ladder, anyway.He even grabbed a weapon from the wall—a revolver.It’d take away the need for fangs.The last thing he wanted to do was expose his vampire and get himself and the community in bigger trouble.“Gabriel!”At the almost unrecognizable, torn fervor of her voice, Gabriel trained his gaze on Mariah.Her fingers clutched his bed blankets, her chopped hair covering most of her face and making her look wrathful enough to take on Stamp’s whole crew herself.Their body rhythms beat in time to each other’s, her anger his anger.It was even as if they were one of a kind.“I know this is a trap,” Gabriel said, “but Stamp’s gone too far.”He glanced at the common-area visz to see if the others were there, and they were, still talking, still huddling together.Maybe Sammy didn’t have a portable visz with him.Maybe they didn’t know what was happening outside.Shit, Gabriel wished he and Mariah had been audibly tuned in to the common area to know for sure what their neighbors were planning.if anything.On the outside visz, someone pulled Chaplin away from the lens, leaving the screen empty again, except for a voice.“We b at Stamp’s!”No more time to waste.“You coming?” he asked Mariah.He thought he saw her mouth curl downward in a grimace, but she lowered her head, pulling at the blankets harder.“Chaplin’s your best friend,” he said, disbelief coloring his question.Didn’t saving Chaplin trump her fear of straying too far? Wouldn’t this be worth going all the way to Stamp’s place?Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes still covered by hair.But he saw something in the silent cry of her mouth.A reckoning.Her own desire for revenge, and it was making her limbs quake as they struggled to hold her up.His own body responded, leading him to his inner vampire again.But he wasn’t going to fight that way.Wasn’t going to give in to it.or them.He was going to do this on his own terms, as Abby had made him want to do.Mariah only pointed to the workroom door, and he caught her meaning.When he’d farmed water down there, he’d seen a trapdoor in the big cavern, and using it might offer an element of surprise if Stamp’s men were nearby expecting an exit out of Mariah’s primary doors.“So you’re not coming,” he said.A second passed, and he thought she just might pull through.But then she shook her head: harder, then faster, as if trying to jar something awful out of her.Then, with a dry sob, she started to move toward the common-area tunnel.Was she going there for safety, to be with the others in case the voice on the visz had been lying about taking Chaplin to Stamp’s and the thugs were actually going to infiltrate the homes below instead?Now he understood why she might stay, though if it’d been him, he’d have gone after Chaplin for miles and miles.But that was why she had Gabriel her/font>“Gabriel,” she said, her voice low and ragged as she neared the tunnel door.“Go.”Her eyes, which he could barely see shining through her hair with tears and grief and rage, made him realize that he’d do anything she needed him to do.With one last look, he opened the door to the workroom, taking the stairs, blanking his mind, not dwelling on Mariah.He couldn’t.She had her wall of weapons plus the other Badlanders to back her up if she needed it.Chaplin had nothing.After he’d made his way through the workroom, then crept out the trapdoor, which was hidden among a hill of rocks, he tracked Chaplin by scent, going farther and farther away from the sanctuary.Tracking made for slow going, yet he did it, inch by inch, foot by foot, as fast as he could.When he heard the gunshot from back in the direction of Mariah’s place, he was too mired in Chaplin’s trail to go back there to see who’d fired.Or why.13Cedric Orville had thought that the silver-capped teeth he wore around his boots would be too loud for a cat-and-mouse exercise like tonight’s, so at dusk, he’d taken the baubles off and carefully stowed them in his pocket.He’d gotten them from a stay in an East Coast sanctuary, sneaking around when the others had been snoozing, targeting his marks and then giving them a drop of lazy-donna, a black-market drug that would ensure unconsciousness while Cedric used his pliers to extract the teeth.Precious metals weren’t as useful as they once were—water was king—but they sounded pretty when he put them on his boots and walked.When Johnson Stamp had discovered Cedric one morning, ditched in a gutter where some vigilante sanctifiers had thrown him after catching him red-handed during a silver extraction, the boy had found Cedric’s jewelry interesting.That had led to their conversing about how Cedric had been tossed out and left for garbage, and how no one in society should suffer that.Stamp had offered him a second chance.Said that everyone deserved one, although if the recipient spit it right back at you, the slight should be accounted for.Cedric had agreed, knowing he wouldn’t be doing any spitting.The boy was big on giving people new opportunities, and Cedric had heard once that it was because Stamp was looking for some himself, so he could distance himself from the things he’d done that no one dared talk about now.Stamp seemed to have some sort of moral code that Cedric found quaint—it’d kept the kid from outright killing the Badlanders until there was good proof of guilt.As Cedric saw it, Stamp’s whole second-chance attitude was probably the reason he’d been so downright disappointed when the scrubs over at the nearby community had seen fit to throw Stamp’s graciousness right back in his face; who was to say that they weren’t guilty of killing another one of the crew? Cedric was all for hanging them high and getting done with it.Thinking about Teddy and his half-buried remains was all the reason Cedric needed for action.They’d found him under the beaks of those shades—the black-winged crow ancestors who’d grown in size and appetite since Before, just as things like scorpions and lizards and all manner of mutants had so rapidly done out here.Thinking of Teddy made Cedric mad.As a gunshot rang out from the west, back at the scrub compound, he stood up from the ground where he’d been resting, ready for any come-what-may.He’d been tasked with transporting the dog to Stamp’s place, but shooting the critter with the drug gun and capturing it had been the simple part.It sounded like Cedric’s comrades were currently experiencing worse times back with the rest of the scrubs at the community.Damn, he hoped his partners had gotten one of those Homo sapiens and not another dog to drag back as a captive.The crew hadn’t gone over there tonight to wrangle dogs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]