Capital Run by David Robbins

Author:David Robbins [Robbins, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf_postapocalyptic
ISBN: 9780843925845
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 1988-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“What kept you?” Terza demanded.

Blade gaped at her, scarcely aware he was responding. “Cardew took a potty break,” he wisecracked. “Must of read War and Peace while he was in the bathroom.”

“I don’t know nothin’ about no War and Peace,” Terza said. “But I do know Cardew can’t read.”

Blade scanned her room, which was located on the top floor of the library. Plush green carpet covered the floor, in excellent condition despite the passing of a century. The walls were covered with mahogany paneling.

An easy chair and a couch were positioned directly in front of the Warrior.

Beyond them, reached by climbing two small steps, was an elevated section incorporating a huge bed as its centerpiece. Terza, attired in a skimpy white-lace garment, reclined in the middle of the bed, her legs spread out, resting her head on her left hand.

“Do you like it?” Terza asked.

“I had no idea libraries in the old days were so extravagant,” Blade commented.

Terza laughed. “Stupid. This was an office once. I had some of the men fix it up for me, scavenging from the abandoned stores. You’d be surprised what you can find.”

“I guess I would,” Blade admitted. He was perplexed by Terza’s behavior. She was exhibiting none of the habitual hostility he’d observed earlier. In fact, she was going out of her way to be nice, to be friendly.

To be attractive.

Blade walked to the steps leading up to the bed. “We must talk,” he told her.

Terza grinned, reached out her right hand, and patted the brown bedspread. “I didn’t have you brought here to talk.”

“We must talk,” Blade stated.

Terza sat up. “What’s the matter with you? Can’t you see I have the hots for you? I don’t get a craving for a man very often. You should be flattered.”

“I don’t seem to be getting through to you,” Blade said. “I already have a wife.”

“So?” Terza giggled and patted the bed again. “I’ll never tell!”

Blade pondered his next move. He saw her eyes raking his body from head to toe. Something was inconsistent here. This wasn’t the tough-as-nails woman he’d met. The way she was staring at him, with her nostrils flared and her eyes dilated…

Her eyes dilated?

Blade moved to the edge of the bed.

“Come on!” Terza urged him. “I ain’t waitin’ all day!”

Blade leaned over and peered into her pale blue eyes. Her pupils were expanded and unfocused, and her entire demeanor verged on inane giddiness. What was she on? Alcohol? He doubted it. Her breath lacked the telltale odor. What then? Drugs? He straightened, frowning. The Family deplored the use of drugs. For the Warriors, any addicting substance was strictly taboo. With their lives on the line daily, only a moronic jerk would distort the senses and inhibit the reflexes. Survival was frequently a matter of split-second decision-making and timing; no one on drugs would last more than a minute if confronted by a mutate, one of the monstrous giants, or any other Terza said, eying left hand between him her deviate.

Drugs were plain stupid.

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