They shook hands, Ryan managing a wink with his right eye as he pulled the door open and called to the sentry outside. “All right if I leave?”
The blank-visored face turned incuriously toward him. The mutie stood quite still, waiting for instructions from his scientist masters.
“I asked if I could go,” Ryan repeated.
“Egress permission affirmative,” the corner loudspeaker squawked.
The guard turned away from the two men in the cell and gazed down the corridor.
Ryan clenched his fists together and swung a dreadful clubbing blow at the creature’s back, striking it with crushing force a little to the right of the small of the back over the kidneys. The sec man gave a choked cry of pain and shock, forced out past the voice activator, hardly louder than a whisper. Jak darted in like a hunting animal and snatched the laser blaster as it dropped from nerveless fingers.
As the guard dropped to his knees, almost paralyzed by the awesome power of the double punch, Ryan flicked off his heavy helmet. The face turned up toward him, eyes rolling in agony, the mouth drooped open, showing yellowed gums. The hair was cropped to the scalp, one ear completely lacking.
Despite all, it was unmistakably the face of a woman, pleading silently for mercy.
Ryan didn’t hesitate, chopping with the edge of his hand across the front of the throat and crushing the delicate electronic implant. His hand also pulped the thyroid cartilage and crushed the laryngeal branch of the vital vagus nerve.
The sec guard was dying, sliding forward on the floor of the corridor on her face, arms and legs moving spasmodically, gloved fingers scraping feebly.
Ryan glanced around to make sure the killing had been done out of sight of the watchful vid cameras. Jak turned the power control dial of the gun all the way around to the upper limit of twenty.
“Finn swears those blasters don’t work ninety-nine times out of a hundred,” Ryan said. “So watch yourself.”
“Why we moving?” the boy asked.
Ryan quickly explained everything Doc Tanner had found out the previous evening, adding that they now knew the scientists were intending to start their physiological experiments on the white-haired boy that very day.
“And we don’t think the bastards intended you to be up and walking after they’ve done. Termination mode for you, kid.”
“So we blow ’em?”
Ryan grinned wolfishly. “Clean out the nest, Jak. What we’re good at.”
IT WAS CLOSE to B in amber when Ryan and Jak finally arrived safely back at the dormitory. One good thing about the vast research sections of the complex being sealed off from them was that the scientists seemed to rarely move anywhere else, having most of their living and eating quarters near their precious work.
Twice they’d seen sec patrols, but they’d been absurdly easy to dodge. More and more Ryan had come to realize that the Wizard Island complex was like a security sieve. When it had first been established, it had probably been the last word in tightness, but over the years it had fallen apart. The research had taken priority, and there had never been any threats to the scientists from outside.
Everyone in the dormitory was ready and primed. Doc had recovered from the alcoholic excesses of the night before and looked chipper. The first priority was to get hold of some weapons, and the blaster Jak and Ryan had won was a start. J.B. had made the suggestion at their battle meeting that they should try to get their clothes and weapons back. That way they would fight better and be ready to make a swift run for it. At no time during their brief discussions had anyone suggested the possibility they might fail.
If you succeeded, it wouldn’t arise.
And if you didn’t, then it wasn’t going to matter much.
“When shall we start?” Krysty asked now, sitting cross-legged on her bed, doing slow-breathing exercises to ready herself for the coming combat.
“Now’s good as any time. Who wants to take this laser blaster?”
Finn grinned at Ryan’s question. “Have to be me. I’m the man with blasters. Don’t have many skills, but I fucking know ’bout blasters. Gimme, Ryan.”