broken, only a few managing to return to enough sense to pose a problem. The sec
men had to try to stomp on them without missing those creatures that were still
in flight.
Dean picked off the squirrels as they sprang at him from all sides, but was
hindered by the mute sec men, who were near enough to cause him problems with
their flailing blasters, forcing him to duck and weave on one knee to avoid
being caught by the flying rifle butts. His success rate was lower than Krysty’s
or Mildred’s, so more of the creatures concentrated on him, and he was fighting
a losing battle.
Jak came to his aid. He had dispatched a flying squirrel with every slug from
his Colt Python, and hadn’t bothered to reload. His childhood in the Louisiana
swamps had been spent stalking and killing wildlife far more dangerous than even
these killing machines. The Python was holstered in a blur of silver metal
before his hands delved into the patched coat and withdrew some of his knives
from their hiding places.
Jak’s eyes burned sightlessly, lost in a fearsome mixture of blood lust and
intense concentration as his arms became a whirling blur. He held two of the
razor-sharp knives in each hand, his whipcord wrists twirling them in a
figure-eight pattern that sliced the very air, ripping and tearing at anything
that came within range, absorbing any shock that might come from the jar of
blade on bone as he disposed of the many creatures that flew at him.
Their almost group mentality caused them to cease the intensity of their attack
on Jak, allowing him to help Dean by taking out those squirrels that the boy
missed in his attempts to avoid the desperately flailing mute sec men.
But the man facing the most problems was J.B. He had decided to use his Uzi on
the creatures. The rapid-fire pattern of the blaster would have been a problem
in less skilled hands. The cluster of people near him would have been endangered
as he spun to attack the squirrels as they flew at him from both sides of the
brush.
The Armorer was no ordinary marksman. He fired in short, controlled and accurate
bursts, the pressure of his finger on the trigger both firm and yet gently
caressing. Honed by years devoted to the art of weaponry, his instinct took over
from his consciousness, and he registered the flying creatures not as a danger
but as targets that had to be eliminated. This approach displaced the fear from
his conscious mind and enabled him to fire calmly and accurately.
He would have had no trouble if not for the flailing sec men. One of the flying
squirrels, dealt a glancing blow by a rifle butt, was deflected in his
direction. It landed too far away for the sec man to stomp on it, so he ignored
it. Mildred didn’t notice it as she fixed her sights on an airborne danger,
blasting it in the skull with the ZKR.
The creature landed, stunned, and rolled toward J.B. The Armorer saw it from the
corner of his eye, and raised his foot to crush its head.
He raised his left foot.
Acting on an instinct that forgot to remind him about his injury, or take it
into account, he slammed the foot onto the prone body of the squirrel.
An agony of red-hot needles traveling up his legs made the Armorer drop his Uzi
from its firing position. He screwed up his eyes, gritted his teeth and emitted
a small high-pitched scream that was all his tortured and tensed vocal cords
would allow. There was no power in the injured ankle, and all the force he had
put into his action was translated into pure pain.
His foot was ineffectual on the squirrel, which squirmed beneath his boot,
screaming for its life as its powerful front paws dug into the material of his
combat pants and into the soft and tender flesh that lay above the top of the
boot.
J.B. was beyond screaming at the pain generated by the clawing. He felt little
of it, as the agony from his untimely foot stomp was still coursing through his
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