Bridgers 3: The Voice of Reason by Stan C. Smith

Author:Stan C. Smith [Smith, Stan C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-31T22:00:00+00:00

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September 2 - 11:58 AM

Infinity stared at the refugees on the other side across the bridge-in site. The tension in the air was palpable. She stood with these nineteen refugees around the portion of the site’s perimeter not occupied by the mongrels’ bubble, ready to act the moment group thirteen arrived. There was no way to know exactly when that would be, but it had to be getting close.

The man directly across from Infinity was standing poised with his legs slightly bent, ready to jump into the midst of the new arrivals. The woman to his right was watching the ground before her and narrowed her eyes. She seemed calm, but her chest was heaving as if she’d just been running. The man to her right was holding his eyes closed, looking almost peaceful but for the fact that his lips were moving slightly as if he were giving himself a silent pep talk.

These were good people, ready to risk their lives, and Infinity was encouraged by their mettle. They were doing this because she had asked for volunteers. Perhaps these nineteen would inspire the others.

A blast of displaced air hit Infinity’s face, forcing her to blink. Twenty bodies appeared a split second later within the bridge-in site and dropped several inches to the ground. Infinity and the nineteen volunteers rushed forward, as they had rehearsed. Each picked a new arrival, threw one hand around to grasp the back of the person’s neck, and clamped the other hand over the person’s mouth.

But the new arrivals doubled over in their need to retch, closing the gaps between their bodies. Some volunteers had to push their way past others to get to the new arrivals in the center of the formation. One of the volunteers tripped, knocking over several others. Some of the newcomers cried out in alarm before their volunteers could reach them.

“What the hell are—” a man began to shout before being silenced.

Infinity heard the now-familiar splatter of a mongrel projectile hitting the man’s skin. She silently glared at the volunteers, hoping they’d remember what they’d trained to do in this scenario. And they did—they each gripped their chosen newcomer and forced the person to look them in the eye rather than watching the man who’d spoken. Infinity saw that the man was already buckling at his knees. Admirably, his handler, a woman in her forties, stayed with him, stifling his cries the best she could.

Infinity’s newcomer, a pale guy with wide, terrified eyes, tried to turn his head toward the source of the muffled screams. But Infinity forced him to look at her. Still gripping the back of his neck and covering his mouth, she waited for him to get past the worst of his retching and then began backing away from the bridge-in site, pulling him with her. The other volunteers were doing the same, and soon the entire group—except for the transforming man and his handler—had moved silently out of the bridge-in site.

Over the shoulder of the guy in her grip, Infinity saw the fallen man begin to writhe.

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