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."The supreme leader has decided that we should take over this part of the country," the big, muscularone said, leaning on his handlebars."Get all the little farmers growing food for us in exchange forprotection."Again Sarah knew the answer but decided to be a good sport."Protection from what?""From us!" the smallest of them shouted gleefully, and they all laughed uproariously.Sarah didn't roll her eyes, but the urge was almost irresistible.Then the amazon started her bike forward and began to slowly circle Sarah."Y'know what might be fun?" she asked, never taking her eyes off their captive.She licked her lips."Let's you and me fight." The boys went wild, whoo-whooing fit to burst their own eardrums.Theamazon grinned, holding her clenched fists up like a victorious boxer."If you win, then you get to go, taxfree.If I win& well, you won't need to worry about anything anymore if I win." Howls of laughtergreeted this sally.Jeez! Is there a camera around here someplace? Sarah wondered.Or have I stumbled onto the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlTribe of the Cliche Speakers ?The girl wasn't a problem; Sarah knew she could mop the floor with her, big as she was.The problemwas that fighting her meant getting off the motorcycle, leaving her vulnerable when she finally stoppedkicking the crap out of the&Brainless slut-bitch? Sarah thought.Yeah, that has a satisfying sound.However, before she'd left home, she and Dieter had come up with something that should intimidate thesmall and the stupid, and this was an excellent time to deploy it.She dug her hands into her pockets andflung the contents in either direction.Packets of gray putty with a short length of cord sticking out of themwent skittering across the ground, and in Sarah's upraised hand was a black plastic sunglasses case witha big red button on top."That's C-4," she announced."It probably won't hurt you too badly unless you're right on top of one.But it'll tear the hell out of your tires.And asphalt makes pretty good shrapnel." She let them think aboutthat for a few seconds."Like I said, I don't want any trouble.In fact, I mean not to have any trouble.ButI'm perfectly happy to make trouble for you." She looked them all in the face."So just stay right whereyou are and maybe I won't push this button."Sarah turned her bike and glared at the men in front of her.One of them moved aside, slowly,resentfully, and she drove through the gap and gunned it.She was almost 100 percent sure that theywouldn't come after her.And if they did, well, she could always use the thermite grenades.Onto Mexico , she thought, hoping she wouldn't run into any more world-conquering biker heroes.Because too many and I might just start agreeing with Skynet.ALASKAJohn flopped down into the battered desk chair and put his dirty, booted feet up on the gray metal desk.He whipped off his hat and sunglasses with a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.Since thatcyber-controlled seal had scarred it, his nose sometimes ached when he wore sunglasses for any lengthof time.He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.It had been his first real command, he now realized.One hundred and seventy-one people, slaughtered in the first moments of the Terminators' attack.Andof the seventy-nine left, more than half were wounded, twenty of them severely.Nothing like beingthrown in at the deep end.His throat tightened painfully as he thought of the smallest victims.The sight of those tiny, broken bodieskept flashing before his inner eye.Don't let it go , his mother had advised him about things like this.Keepit inside, channel it into anger.Controlling your anger, using it, will make you strong.Mom wouldknow.He swallowed painfully and gathered up a sheaf of reports from the resistance cells across thecontinent.One bit of luck was that one of the women was a nurse practitioner, who had greeted his gift of a liter ofalcohol as though it was worth its weight in diamonds.There had been seven men who'd been in themilitary who seemed to be shaking down to a decent working team by the time he'd left them.And themoms that were left had taken the children in hand in an almost magical way. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"We can't stay here," John had said to the nurse when they'd patched up the worst of the wounds."I'mgoing to take the bike and search for a likely place."She'd nodded and waved him off as though said likely place would certainly be found.Though he'dthought at the time that a more unlikely place for a likely place would be hard to find.Yet two miles down the road he'd found an almost invisible track leading to an abandoned lumber camp.The buildings had been log-built and so some of the walls were pretty sturdy.The roofs hadn't fared aswell and only two buildings still had any.They would probably leak like sieves, but they'd do fortemporary shelter.There were even a couple of rusty woodstoves still in place.It was things like that thatmade John think God just might be on their side [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."The supreme leader has decided that we should take over this part of the country," the big, muscularone said, leaning on his handlebars."Get all the little farmers growing food for us in exchange forprotection."Again Sarah knew the answer but decided to be a good sport."Protection from what?""From us!" the smallest of them shouted gleefully, and they all laughed uproariously.Sarah didn't roll her eyes, but the urge was almost irresistible.Then the amazon started her bike forward and began to slowly circle Sarah."Y'know what might be fun?" she asked, never taking her eyes off their captive.She licked her lips."Let's you and me fight." The boys went wild, whoo-whooing fit to burst their own eardrums.Theamazon grinned, holding her clenched fists up like a victorious boxer."If you win, then you get to go, taxfree.If I win& well, you won't need to worry about anything anymore if I win." Howls of laughtergreeted this sally.Jeez! Is there a camera around here someplace? Sarah wondered.Or have I stumbled onto the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlTribe of the Cliche Speakers ?The girl wasn't a problem; Sarah knew she could mop the floor with her, big as she was.The problemwas that fighting her meant getting off the motorcycle, leaving her vulnerable when she finally stoppedkicking the crap out of the&Brainless slut-bitch? Sarah thought.Yeah, that has a satisfying sound.However, before she'd left home, she and Dieter had come up with something that should intimidate thesmall and the stupid, and this was an excellent time to deploy it.She dug her hands into her pockets andflung the contents in either direction.Packets of gray putty with a short length of cord sticking out of themwent skittering across the ground, and in Sarah's upraised hand was a black plastic sunglasses case witha big red button on top."That's C-4," she announced."It probably won't hurt you too badly unless you're right on top of one.But it'll tear the hell out of your tires.And asphalt makes pretty good shrapnel." She let them think aboutthat for a few seconds."Like I said, I don't want any trouble.In fact, I mean not to have any trouble.ButI'm perfectly happy to make trouble for you." She looked them all in the face."So just stay right whereyou are and maybe I won't push this button."Sarah turned her bike and glared at the men in front of her.One of them moved aside, slowly,resentfully, and she drove through the gap and gunned it.She was almost 100 percent sure that theywouldn't come after her.And if they did, well, she could always use the thermite grenades.Onto Mexico , she thought, hoping she wouldn't run into any more world-conquering biker heroes.Because too many and I might just start agreeing with Skynet.ALASKAJohn flopped down into the battered desk chair and put his dirty, booted feet up on the gray metal desk.He whipped off his hat and sunglasses with a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.Since thatcyber-controlled seal had scarred it, his nose sometimes ached when he wore sunglasses for any lengthof time.He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.It had been his first real command, he now realized.One hundred and seventy-one people, slaughtered in the first moments of the Terminators' attack.Andof the seventy-nine left, more than half were wounded, twenty of them severely.Nothing like beingthrown in at the deep end.His throat tightened painfully as he thought of the smallest victims.The sight of those tiny, broken bodieskept flashing before his inner eye.Don't let it go , his mother had advised him about things like this.Keepit inside, channel it into anger.Controlling your anger, using it, will make you strong.Mom wouldknow.He swallowed painfully and gathered up a sheaf of reports from the resistance cells across thecontinent.One bit of luck was that one of the women was a nurse practitioner, who had greeted his gift of a liter ofalcohol as though it was worth its weight in diamonds.There had been seven men who'd been in themilitary who seemed to be shaking down to a decent working team by the time he'd left them.And themoms that were left had taken the children in hand in an almost magical way. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"We can't stay here," John had said to the nurse when they'd patched up the worst of the wounds."I'mgoing to take the bike and search for a likely place."She'd nodded and waved him off as though said likely place would certainly be found.Though he'dthought at the time that a more unlikely place for a likely place would be hard to find.Yet two miles down the road he'd found an almost invisible track leading to an abandoned lumber camp.The buildings had been log-built and so some of the walls were pretty sturdy.The roofs hadn't fared aswell and only two buildings still had any.They would probably leak like sieves, but they'd do fortemporary shelter.There were even a couple of rusty woodstoves still in place.It was things like that thatmade John think God just might be on their side [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]