Deathlands 02 - Red Holocaust by James Axler & Laurence James

Author:James Axler & Laurence James [Axler, James & James, Laurence]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Men's Adventure, Science Fiction, Adventure
ISBN: 9781599500072
Google: L44LAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0373485964
Barnesnoble: 0373485964
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1997-11-30T06:00:00+00:00

“THE BIG HUNK CALLED JOE just gotten himself iced,” said Okie through a mouthful of doughnut. She was watching yet another old police serial, Hill Street Blues.

Ryan was lying on his narrow bed, perusing the arms manual for his new gun, occasionally helping himself from a bag of multicolored sugary sweets called Jelly beans that Krysty had found.

Finn and Hennings were playing a noisy vid game called “Klingon Blasters.” Hun was stretched out on her bed, running her fingers through her green hair, listening to some music called soul on her cans.

Doc was lying on his own bed, eyes closed, chest moving regularly in sleep. J.B. was muttering to himself as he tried to persuade one of the microwaves to disgorge several cheese-filled portions of chicken breast.

“I’m the Klingon expert, you stupe,” yelped Finn, excitedly.

Henn walked away disgustedly. “Fuckin’ Klingons. Next time we’ll play for creds.”

“What’ll you spend it on?” asked Krysty, sitting by Ryan, brushing her long, flaming hair, allowing it to spread in fiery waves across her shoulders.

“A fifty-shot mag on this beauty, J.B.,” called Ryan, cradling his new toy.

“Doesn’t tumble like the five-fifty-six does. Won’t mebbe do the damage, but I figure it’s better for—well, look who we got here.”

Everyone turned, except Hun, who was deafened by her own music. Standing at the door was the Keeper, paying them a visit.

Quint was flanked by his two wives, Rachel grinning toothlessly on his left, Lori a couple of paces behind on the right. All three of them were holding their MP-5 SD-2 silenced submachine guns under their arms, in a casual, unthreatening way.

Ryan immediately began to feel concern. Not one of them actually had easy access to a loaded blaster. Indeed, Hun, eyes closed, humming away to herself, still hadn’t seen them.

His deep-set eyes were rheumy, red-rimmed and his straggly beard was stained with some sort of sticky oil, but Quint was nodding and smiling. He stopped about twenty paces from them.

“Keeper says greetings to our guests. First guests in a long day. Savin’ those as sleeps down below. Sleeps the long sleep as ordered by the Keeper, don’t they, my dear?” he asked Rachel, who nodded like a child’s doll.

“Glad you’ve come, Keeper Quint,” said Ryan, standing by his bed, signaling behind his back with his fingers, warning the others that he didn’t like the course things were taking—warning them to be as ready as they could without actually taking any provocative action.

“The Keeper comes and goes when he wishes. When are you goin’?” he snapped, the colored ribbons fluttering in his beard.

“Day after tomorrow,” replied Ryan.

“Eh?”

“He said they’re goin’ day after next, Quint,” said Rachel.

“Keeper says mebbe. Mebbe they will and mebbe they won’t.”

Ryan Cawdor’s eye was caught by the young girl, Lori. Standing just behind the old man, her husband, her mouth kept opening and closing, as though she was about to faint. In the quiet, Ryan heard her spurs tinkling.

“We go when we please, old man,” J.B. said.

“Don’t you speak to my brother like that, you glass-eyed shitter!” spat Rachel.

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