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.""No.Look at the countdown clock on the wall.It's already running."Michael glanced up.The clock was rectangular, nearly three feet long by eighteen inches high.It showed days, hours, minutes, seconds, tenths of seconds and hundredths of seconds, the latter section a blur of movement.But it was currently at two hours and twenty-three minutes.And some seconds.DEAN LED KRYSTY through the basements and cellars of old Chicago.As they moved cautiously and slowly along, they passed through the jagged holes, feet wide, where passages had been knocked from building to building, constructing the Midnites' maze.The boy was following the noise.Once or twice there was gunfire, but mostly it was the flow of movement from the chalk-faced muties.Running past in ones and twos, all of them were heading in roughly the same direction.They made sufficient noise for him to lead Krysty, unresisting, into side culverts and ancient drains, waiting in the dank, trembling stillness until they'd gone by."Feeling stronger," she said."Can you walk some on your own, Krysty? Want to try it?""Soon."There was the sound of a firefight, with the unmistakable rippling of the Uzi on full-auto.file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E.Deathlands%2017%20-%20Fury's%20Pilgrims.html (275 of 287) [1/3/2005 12:24:50 AM]d17 Fury's Pilgrims"Getting closer," Dean said, trying to encourage Krysty as well as himself."Soon be back with the others."DEAN'S RUN OF GOOD LUCK evaporated three or four minutes later.He had stopped at a multiple junction, trying to ease Krysty's weight a little, when he heard the cold voice from his right, emerging from one of the black caverns."Rats are running right up to us, sisters." It was Billy, her Ruger Blackhawk steady on him.The hugely tall Jackie smiled vaguely at him at her side, holding an indeterminate little.22, a chromed Saturday-night special, in her hamlike fist.Completing the trio of leering harpies was the pockmarked Laurie, two of her array of derringers drawn and cocked."Let us go," Dean said."No way, cockling.""Let him go and I'll come back with you," Krysty offered weakly."Reckon you've blown your chance, sweetheart." Billy grinned."Blown it right out of your fucking fat ass.""We got friends coming," Dean protested, trying to calculate his chances of a clear shot."Too late," Laurie said."Way too late."And the shooting started.Chapter Forty-Sixfile:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E.Deathlands%2017%20-%20Fury's%20Pilgrims.html (276 of 287) [1/3/2005 12:24:50 AM]d17 Fury's PilgrimsThe first shot punched Laurie between the shoulder blades, exiting through the center of her left breast.To Dean it looked as though some horrifically powerful demon had come to malign life within the mutie's chest and decided it was time to get out, erupting from her body in a sudden welter of blood and pulped flesh.The spent, blood-slick bullet pinged off the concrete wall only a scant yard from the boy's left arm, narrowly missing Krysty.Billy reacted with lightning reflexes, while the giantlike Jackie didn't react at all.She stood still, swaying a little on her flat feet, the smile slowly being replaced by a look of bewilderment as Laurie's body slumped in the dirt.Billy dived forward, rolling out of shot, coming up in a crouch.Dean tried to get the Browning, but Krysty was still leaning on his arm, hampering him.But comprehension dawned, and she managed to draw her own blaster from the boy's belt.Krysty leveled it shakily at the tall mutie's protruding eyes and fired, nearly missing in her weakness.The.38 slug clipped Billy's shoulder, making her drop her Blackhawk."Bitch! You could've been—"Ryan appeared in the tunnel and shot the kneeling woman once through the heart.Mildred was at his elbow, J.B.right at her side."A contender," she said."You could've been a contender.""Who are you?" Jackie asked slowly, stooping to peer at the newcomers.file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E.Deathlands%2017%20-%20Fury's%20Pilgrims.html (277 of 287) [1/3/2005 12:24:50 AM]d17 Fury's Pilgrims"Outlanders, aren't you?""Want me to chill Lady Goliath?" Mildred asked, drawing a bead on the mutie's throat."No," Krysty said softly."Been enough chilling for a while." She turned to Jackie."Go on, that way." She waved a hand to point back into the torchlit gloom."No.Gotta save you—"Ryan gunned her down with a 9 mm bullet in the head."Let's get the quickest way out of here," he said, "then head for the redoubt.I got a seriously bad feeling.""ONE HOUR and eleven minutes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.""No.Look at the countdown clock on the wall.It's already running."Michael glanced up.The clock was rectangular, nearly three feet long by eighteen inches high.It showed days, hours, minutes, seconds, tenths of seconds and hundredths of seconds, the latter section a blur of movement.But it was currently at two hours and twenty-three minutes.And some seconds.DEAN LED KRYSTY through the basements and cellars of old Chicago.As they moved cautiously and slowly along, they passed through the jagged holes, feet wide, where passages had been knocked from building to building, constructing the Midnites' maze.The boy was following the noise.Once or twice there was gunfire, but mostly it was the flow of movement from the chalk-faced muties.Running past in ones and twos, all of them were heading in roughly the same direction.They made sufficient noise for him to lead Krysty, unresisting, into side culverts and ancient drains, waiting in the dank, trembling stillness until they'd gone by."Feeling stronger," she said."Can you walk some on your own, Krysty? Want to try it?""Soon."There was the sound of a firefight, with the unmistakable rippling of the Uzi on full-auto.file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E.Deathlands%2017%20-%20Fury's%20Pilgrims.html (275 of 287) [1/3/2005 12:24:50 AM]d17 Fury's Pilgrims"Getting closer," Dean said, trying to encourage Krysty as well as himself."Soon be back with the others."DEAN'S RUN OF GOOD LUCK evaporated three or four minutes later.He had stopped at a multiple junction, trying to ease Krysty's weight a little, when he heard the cold voice from his right, emerging from one of the black caverns."Rats are running right up to us, sisters." It was Billy, her Ruger Blackhawk steady on him.The hugely tall Jackie smiled vaguely at him at her side, holding an indeterminate little.22, a chromed Saturday-night special, in her hamlike fist.Completing the trio of leering harpies was the pockmarked Laurie, two of her array of derringers drawn and cocked."Let us go," Dean said."No way, cockling.""Let him go and I'll come back with you," Krysty offered weakly."Reckon you've blown your chance, sweetheart." Billy grinned."Blown it right out of your fucking fat ass.""We got friends coming," Dean protested, trying to calculate his chances of a clear shot."Too late," Laurie said."Way too late."And the shooting started.Chapter Forty-Sixfile:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E.Deathlands%2017%20-%20Fury's%20Pilgrims.html (276 of 287) [1/3/2005 12:24:50 AM]d17 Fury's PilgrimsThe first shot punched Laurie between the shoulder blades, exiting through the center of her left breast.To Dean it looked as though some horrifically powerful demon had come to malign life within the mutie's chest and decided it was time to get out, erupting from her body in a sudden welter of blood and pulped flesh.The spent, blood-slick bullet pinged off the concrete wall only a scant yard from the boy's left arm, narrowly missing Krysty.Billy reacted with lightning reflexes, while the giantlike Jackie didn't react at all.She stood still, swaying a little on her flat feet, the smile slowly being replaced by a look of bewilderment as Laurie's body slumped in the dirt.Billy dived forward, rolling out of shot, coming up in a crouch.Dean tried to get the Browning, but Krysty was still leaning on his arm, hampering him.But comprehension dawned, and she managed to draw her own blaster from the boy's belt.Krysty leveled it shakily at the tall mutie's protruding eyes and fired, nearly missing in her weakness.The.38 slug clipped Billy's shoulder, making her drop her Blackhawk."Bitch! You could've been—"Ryan appeared in the tunnel and shot the kneeling woman once through the heart.Mildred was at his elbow, J.B.right at her side."A contender," she said."You could've been a contender.""Who are you?" Jackie asked slowly, stooping to peer at the newcomers.file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E.Deathlands%2017%20-%20Fury's%20Pilgrims.html (277 of 287) [1/3/2005 12:24:50 AM]d17 Fury's Pilgrims"Outlanders, aren't you?""Want me to chill Lady Goliath?" Mildred asked, drawing a bead on the mutie's throat."No," Krysty said softly."Been enough chilling for a while." She turned to Jackie."Go on, that way." She waved a hand to point back into the torchlit gloom."No.Gotta save you—"Ryan gunned her down with a 9 mm bullet in the head."Let's get the quickest way out of here," he said, "then head for the redoubt.I got a seriously bad feeling.""ONE HOUR and eleven minutes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]