realize what was being said. He was engrossed in his task, searching for a gren
that would be powerful enough to take out the outsiders but wouldn’t endanger
his own men or the redoubt. A lifetime of learning about the caverns and fault
lines that surrounded the enclave and the redoubt had led him to believe that
triggering a large explosion would cause a disturbance that could endanger the
stability of the redoubt’s structure.
“Sir, the Gen…” The soldier’s voice was more insistent. Murphy snapped back from
his preoccupation, suddenly aware of what was being said to him. He also noted
that the firing had virtually, ceased.
“What did you say, boy?” he asked, turning to look over the barricade. “Holy
shit…”
RYAN SIGNALED his force to hold its fire. On the opposite side Jak gestured for
his force to also cease fire.
“Who the fuck is that dipshit?” Mac whispered in awed tones, not knowing whether
to think Wallace mad or brave to the point of reckless insanity.
“Used to be in charge here,” Ryan said tersely. “We were the excuse for him to
be deposed by Murphy.”
“So what’s he doing?”
Ryan shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Fucked if is,” Jak replied grimly.
Krysty saw Wallace remove the gren from his pocket, and she whispered in Ryan’s
ear, “We’ve got big trouble, lover.”
“You’re telling me,” the one-eyed warrior replied. “If he lets a gren loose in
the armory, we need to be two levels up, or at least get that sec door down,” he
added, nodding toward the raised door that would close off the route to the
armory.
“No, it’s worse than that, lover. It’s almost as if the Earth Mother herself is
screaming a warning to me. When he lets that gren go, we need to be as far away
from here as possible.”
MURPHY WAS at the front of the barricade, looking over the top as Wallace
approached.
“What’s that crazy…?” he whispered to himself before raising his voice. “Gen,
what do you want?”
“Even the score, Sarj. You have been tried under Reg 17B, Subsection A. You’re
guilty as hell, boy.”
“Shit, what are you talking about? What trial? There is no trial. I’m in command
here.”
Wallace laughed, loud and harsh. “Command? You call this command, boy? Look at
you—holed up with nowhere to run. You’ve lost, boy. Face it.”
“Bullshit. I’ve got the arms right here to win.”
“All you’ve got is your own sad chilling, boy,” Wallace said coldly.
Murphy saw the Gen hand out a gren, saw him pull the pin and lob the gren over
the barricade so that it landed in the center of the room. He watched as the Gen
turned and punched in the code on the sec door that made it start to close with
a creak and a moan.
“You bastard, you fucker,” Murphy yelled, realizing that it was too late for him
to scoop up the gren and throw it through the rapidly lessening gap where the
sec door was closing. He raised his blue Beretta and drilled three holes in
Wallace’s back, throwing the Gen against the wall.
Wallace turned as he slumped to the corridor floor. His eyes were fogged with
the approach of death, but he still managed to force a grin and a small chuckle
from his throat. His voice bubbled as the blood rose in his throat, the words
little more than a whisper.
“Never could get it right, Murphy. Not as smart as you thought, boy…not born to
lead…”
Murphy heard the words with an awful clarity as he turned to watch the gren.
There was a flash as the gren exploded, milliseconds later triggering the
waiting boxes of grens.
Murphy was already dead by the time the sound of the explosions rippled through
the crumbling corridor, a fraction of a second later.
MILDRED HEARD the explosions as she attempted to remove the first electrode from
a shaved portion of Doc’s skull. It seemed to be held only with tape, but she
was wary lest it be attached in some other way beneath. She heard the explosions
as one—a dull whump that made everything in the room shake.
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