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baron now and you'll be full of blaster holes before you take a step. Keep your mouth shut and you get to spend the night with pretty little red here." Ryan looked at Krysty, saw her smile, and steeled himself from saying or doing any more. "And now," the baron said, "as the winner of our little contest, you shall have a prize like no other." "To the victor goes the spoils!" the crowd cried out. "A rutting mate of exquisite beauty. You will create offspring of exceptional file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%2061%20-%20Skyda rk%20Spawn.html (252 of 362)16-2-2006 16:53:28 Axler,_James_-_Deathlands_61_-_Skydark_Spawn quality and when you do, all will be taken care of, and you will yet again be rewarded for your service to your baron." The crowd rose to their feet and began chanting. "Baron Fox relieves the burden! Baron Fox relieves the burden!" Ryan thought of Dean, about having to turn him over to a complete stranger as some sort of prize, or product made in a factory or mill, and his blood began to boil. Krysty, sensing Ryan's anger beginning to build, cautioned him. "Easy, lover," she said to Ryan as Sec Chief Grundwold presented her to Ryan as his prize. "This is not the time for it." Ryan nodded. Krysty, of course, was right. "We can chill the baron tomorrow," she whispered in his ear. "Tonight is for us." She kissed him then, her tongue darting into his mouth and probing deeply. Ryan returned the kiss, holding Krysty in his arms as tightly as his aching ribs allowed. The crowd roared in approval. Even the baron seemed pleased. Chapter Twenty-Nine Night had fallen. file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%2061%20-%20Skyda rk%20Spawn.html (253 of 362)16-2-2006 16:53:28 Axler,_James_-_Deathlands_61_-_Skydark_Spawn The underground garage remained illuminated by a few naked bulbs and smelled of cooked fish, machine oil and sweating bodies. J.B. had finished arming the wag. It had .50-caliber blasters at the northwest and southeast corners of its cargo bed. Instead of fixing the 37 mm cannon to the side of the wag as he'd intended, the Armorer had to bolt it onto the hood of the wag. But in order to allow the huge blaster enough room, the wag's windshield and rear window had to be removed, which allowed the breech of the cannon to sit in the cargo area where it could be reloaded with shells. Page 110 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Jak and Dean would man the fifties while Doc's job would be loading the cannon. That left J.B. the job of driving the wag, and, more importantly, aiming the cannon. Clarissa would ride up front bearing smaller arms. It would be her task to protect J.B. from any threat from close range. The Armorer would have his Uzi within reach, but his attention would be focused on driving and positioning the cannon. "I must say, John Barrymore, that this time you have outdone even yourself. You've turned this wag into an awesome fighting vehicle, and you are to be commended." "Feeling better, Doc?" "Yes, I am. The comforting ministrations of the young woman, Clarissa, did much to calm my nerves and rejuvenate my spirits. In a way I was reminded of my dear Emily. Why, it was almost worth catching cold just to have her make a fuss over me." file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%2061%20-%20Skyda rk%20Spawn.html (254 of 362)16-2-2006 16:53:28 Axler,_James_-_Deathlands_61_-_Skydark_Spawn The time traveler was beginning to ramble. J.B. grabbed his arm and gave it a firm shake. "Doc!" Doc stopped talking and his body shuddered slightly, as if he'd just been awakened from a dream. "Yes," he said sharply. "Get some rest. Mildred, Krysty and Ryan, they're waiting for us. We leave at first light." "Yes, of course. Some rest might do me some good." MILDRED SAT on the cot she'd set up in the nursery and let out a long sigh. She had sewn up Foghat's arm as best she could, set it in a splint so he wouldn't tear the stitches and given him something for the pain. Then she'd fixed up Brody's leg and wheeled him over so he could spend some quiet time with Jasmine. After that, she'd watched over both of them for a few hours to make sure infection or any other complications didn't set in. Now with the lights in the nursery turned down and her charges asleep for the night, Mildred lay down and rested for the first time all day. The moment her head hit the pillow she was asleep, and dreaming of her days as an young intern. THE FIRE ON THE BEACH had been put out for the night, and guards were posted on the edge of the marauders' camp. In the morning they would travel north to the falls. In the evening they would take up positions around a farm file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%2061%20-%20Skyda rk%20Spawn.html (255 of 362)16-2-2006 16:53:28 Axler,_James_-_Deathlands_61_-_Skydark_Spawn there. And during the night they would break into the complex and take men and women to breed with to insure the survival of Reichel ville. Some of them wouldn't be making the journey home, and the mood in the camp was somber. "Rhonda!" sec chief Ganley whispered when he saw the young woman approaching. He'd been lying on his back, staring up at the stars unable to sleep. "Unable to sleep, too?" he asked her. Rhonda nodded. "Scared?" Again she nodded. "Me, too." She looked surprised. "Do you want to talk about it?" the sec chief asked. "No." "Then what do you want?" Page 111 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html "For you to hold me." The sec chief took her in his arms, their shared body heat keeping them warm through the night. file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/James%20Axler%20-%20Deathlands%2061%20-%20Skyda rk%20Spawn.html (256 of 362)16-2-2006 16:53:28 Axler,_James_-_Deathlands_61_-_Skydark_Spawn THE BIG CLAWFOOT BATHTUB in Krysty's room was full of hot, steaming water. Ryan lay back in the tub, his arms stretched out over the sides, his body's energy depleted and close to exhaustion. Krysty ran a soapy sponge across Ryan's chest, cleaning away the afternoon's blood and grime. Ryan's ribs still ached, but now that he'd had some time to rest, the pain had ebbed to a level he could tolerate. The cut on his shoulder had also cleaned up well, the wound having looked far worse than it really was. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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