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was followed by laughter.
"Yeah, talk," another man said. "You bet."
"You feel up to it?" the first man questioned.
"Do I have a choice?"
More laughter. "Nope, none at all."
"All right."
"Stand away from the door, General Asshole."
I'm going to ram that billy club down your throat, you miserable punk,
Ben thought. "OK," he whispered. "I'm standing back." Ben lit the
slippers and they began to burn brightly.
The key slid into the lock and clicked. Ben smiled.
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When the door began to slowly open toward the hall, Ben slammed into it
with everything he had. The edge of the steel door struck the first
guard in the face and knocked him backward, blood pouring from his
broken nose and smashed lips.
Ben moved swiftly out the door and into the hall and stuck the burning
slippers into the second guard's face, jamming the flame into the man's
eyes.
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The guard dropped his billy club and opened his mouth to scream. Ben
jammed the burning slippers into the man's mouth, reached down and
scooped up the billy club and whacked him hard in the center of the
forehead.
Ben turned and smashed the first guard on the top of the head with the
club, then hit him again for insurance. He turned and hit the second
guard on the side of the head just as hard as he could. The odor of
burning flesh was strong in the hallway. The slippers were still smoking
in the man's mouth.
Ben dragged the men, one at a time, into the cell. The first guard was
about Ben's size. Ben swiftly undressed the Fed down to his underwear
and pulled on his uniform. The shirt was just a tad too small, and the
waist of the britches a bit too large.
Ben went through the pockets of both men, taking everything they had:
billfolds, keys, pocket knives. He then straightened up and savagely
smashed the club down on the heads of the guards one by one. They
weren't dead when he finished, but they would be out of commission for a
long time.
Ben quickly tried on a pair of boots that looked as though they might
fit him. They were a half size too big, even with the two pairs of socks
taken from the feet of both unconscious guards, but they would have to do.
He stepped out into the hall and locked the cell door,
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79
then stood for a moment, silently savoring his freedom. Then he took a
deep breath and moved up the hallway. He was looking for the gun room.
When he found it, he would show these young socialists that an old dog
could still bite.
80
Ben walked up the hallway, carrying one of the nightsticks he'd taken
from the guards. His boots echoed off the tile. He met no one. He paused
at the elevator, then decided not to chance it. He took the stairs down
to the first floor and cautiously pushed open the door, peeking out.
The hall was deserted, but he could hear rock music coming from
somewhere far down the long hall-a song he was not familiar with. Ben
made it a point never to listen to rock music, so he was probably
unfamiliar with ninety-nine percent of it. He had not paid any attention
to rock music since years before the collapse and the Great War.
He stepped out into the hall, looking at the double doors which led to
the outside. They were chained shut.
He walked slowly down the hall toward the sounds of
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the music. It was coming out of the open door to an office. Ben stood
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for a moment, pressed up against the wall just outside the open door. He
listened for the sounds of voices. Nothing.
Got to do it, Ben thought, can't stand out here until I'm discovered.
He looked into the office. One man sitting at a desk, his back to Ben.
Ben recognized him as one of those who had taken great delight in
beating the crap out of him.
Your turn now, Ben thought, silently stepping into the office and easing
up behind the guard.
The man sensed movement behind him and turned. His mouth opened in shock
as he recognized Ben. Ben popped him on the noggin with the club and the
guard went night-night.
Ben tied him up with the man's belt and a length of electrical cord
which he jerked out of a wall socket, then gagged him with his own
handkerchief. The guard had been carrying a sidearm in a holster and Ben
took that, along with the two full magazines from the guard's belt pouch.
Ben checked the 9mm. Full up. He jacked a round into the slot and
quickly checked the office for anything else he might use. Nothing. He
fanned the unconscious man's pockets and took his keys and wallet, then
took a jacket from a wall hook and slipped out of the office.
He wanted to find Bradford. He had a present for that son of a bitch.
He walked the long hall, looking into each darkened room with an open [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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was followed by laughter.
"Yeah, talk," another man said. "You bet."
"You feel up to it?" the first man questioned.
"Do I have a choice?"
More laughter. "Nope, none at all."
"All right."
"Stand away from the door, General Asshole."
I'm going to ram that billy club down your throat, you miserable punk,
Ben thought. "OK," he whispered. "I'm standing back." Ben lit the
slippers and they began to burn brightly.
The key slid into the lock and clicked. Ben smiled.
78
William W. Johnstone
When the door began to slowly open toward the hall, Ben slammed into it
with everything he had. The edge of the steel door struck the first
guard in the face and knocked him backward, blood pouring from his
broken nose and smashed lips.
Ben moved swiftly out the door and into the hall and stuck the burning
slippers into the second guard's face, jamming the flame into the man's
eyes.
Page 49
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
The guard dropped his billy club and opened his mouth to scream. Ben
jammed the burning slippers into the man's mouth, reached down and
scooped up the billy club and whacked him hard in the center of the
forehead.
Ben turned and smashed the first guard on the top of the head with the
club, then hit him again for insurance. He turned and hit the second
guard on the side of the head just as hard as he could. The odor of
burning flesh was strong in the hallway. The slippers were still smoking
in the man's mouth.
Ben dragged the men, one at a time, into the cell. The first guard was
about Ben's size. Ben swiftly undressed the Fed down to his underwear
and pulled on his uniform. The shirt was just a tad too small, and the
waist of the britches a bit too large.
Ben went through the pockets of both men, taking everything they had:
billfolds, keys, pocket knives. He then straightened up and savagely
smashed the club down on the heads of the guards one by one. They
weren't dead when he finished, but they would be out of commission for a
long time.
Ben quickly tried on a pair of boots that looked as though they might
fit him. They were a half size too big, even with the two pairs of socks
taken from the feet of both unconscious guards, but they would have to do.
He stepped out into the hall and locked the cell door,
79
79
then stood for a moment, silently savoring his freedom. Then he took a
deep breath and moved up the hallway. He was looking for the gun room.
When he found it, he would show these young socialists that an old dog
could still bite.
80
Ben walked up the hallway, carrying one of the nightsticks he'd taken
from the guards. His boots echoed off the tile. He met no one. He paused
at the elevator, then decided not to chance it. He took the stairs down
to the first floor and cautiously pushed open the door, peeking out.
The hall was deserted, but he could hear rock music coming from
somewhere far down the long hall-a song he was not familiar with. Ben
made it a point never to listen to rock music, so he was probably
unfamiliar with ninety-nine percent of it. He had not paid any attention
to rock music since years before the collapse and the Great War.
He stepped out into the hall, looking at the double doors which led to
the outside. They were chained shut.
He walked slowly down the hall toward the sounds of
81
81
the music. It was coming out of the open door to an office. Ben stood
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for a moment, pressed up against the wall just outside the open door. He
listened for the sounds of voices. Nothing.
Got to do it, Ben thought, can't stand out here until I'm discovered.
He looked into the office. One man sitting at a desk, his back to Ben.
Ben recognized him as one of those who had taken great delight in
beating the crap out of him.
Your turn now, Ben thought, silently stepping into the office and easing
up behind the guard.
The man sensed movement behind him and turned. His mouth opened in shock
as he recognized Ben. Ben popped him on the noggin with the club and the
guard went night-night.
Ben tied him up with the man's belt and a length of electrical cord
which he jerked out of a wall socket, then gagged him with his own
handkerchief. The guard had been carrying a sidearm in a holster and Ben
took that, along with the two full magazines from the guard's belt pouch.
Ben checked the 9mm. Full up. He jacked a round into the slot and
quickly checked the office for anything else he might use. Nothing. He
fanned the unconscious man's pockets and took his keys and wallet, then
took a jacket from a wall hook and slipped out of the office.
He wanted to find Bradford. He had a present for that son of a bitch.
He walked the long hall, looking into each darkened room with an open [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]