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Strontium Swamp. James Axler
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isbn 9781474023344
Автор произведения James Axler
Жанр Приключения: прочее
Издательство HarperCollins
As the world faded, it occurred to her that it would be a stupid way to buy the farm. After all she had endured, to lose her life because of one small panic attack.
RYAN HEARD THE SHOT at the same time as Mildred, and kept his attention fixed on the direction from which it had emanated. There was no follow-up, and nothing else to indicate any kind of action. The shot had been a pistol shot, and its timbre indicated that it came from Krysty. Unless it was a random shot, then the lack of follow-up meant that she was in trouble.
Ryan didnât want to betray his own position, but he couldnât in all conscience leave her to it. Dammit, he was sure J.B. was moving over there to give assistance anyway. And the fact was that they were in a stalemate, and someone had to do something to break it.
The one-eyed man had never been afraid of taking chances. It was the only way heâd managed to stay alive for so long. All risks were calculated; some were just more so than others.
Slipping from cover, Ryan made his way through the undergrowth to where he had heard the shot. Although he was looking for Krysty, it wasnât long before he could see Mildred, slumped on the turf. He couldnât tell if she was breathing. She was in the open, and he would have to break cover. If she was down, then what the hell had happened to Krysty after she had fired that lone round?
He paused, checking the surrounding area. It was deathly quiet. If there was anyone waiting, they were damned good. The fact that he seemed to be the only one of his people to respond was worrying, but that could wait.
Shouldering the Steyr and drawing the SIG-Sauer as it would be more maneuverable in the circumstances, Ryan recced around him one more time before taking a deep breath and moving out into the open.
Mildred was facedown. He turned her over.
Ryan heard movement behind him. Working on pure instinct and adrenaline, he rolled away from Mildred and in the opposite direction to the sound, snapping off a shot from the SIG-Sauer to give himself some kind of covering fire.
But even as he was midroll, he heard more movement, this time in front of him. He couldnât stop, couldnât adjust himself⦠He felt the snicking of a dart as it hit him, didnât feel it as it was in the numbed scar tissue on his cheek. With his good eye he caught a glimpse of a woman half hidden by the leaves, a blowpipe in her mouth. He kept rolling, now unable to stop himself as the world began to lurch beneath his still moving, now rubbery and uncontrollable body.
As he began to black out, he heard a man say, âLord, thought weâd never get that bastard. Fuckinâ fine shot, Jude. Letâsââ
And then the dark.
THEY WERE TRUSSED like hogs and carried to the ville.
The two hunting parties met, the sec patrol calling the other with a series of bird and animal calls that were used as a code. The party that had followed the first combat were already on the trail of the companions, and hadnât far to go before they met with the sec patrol.
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