Griffith, B. B - The Tournament Trilogy [Omnibus] by Griffith B. B

Author:Griffith, B. B [Griffith, B. B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Griffith Publishing LLC
Published: 2014-01-12T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Lock and Frank were engulfed by a writhing mass of celebrating Russians, weaving about, slapping each other’s backs and passing bottles from person to person, one swig at a time on down the line into the distance. It was warmer here, too. The sheer mass of humanity kicked up the temperature in the park fifteen degrees. Frank was just able to unzip his jacked before he and Lock were pressed close together, hemmed in. Behind them more people jumped and swayed, some linked their arms together and sang rough Russian folk songs or chanted into the night. The sleet had lessened as night fell, leaving behind a diamond clear winter sky.

They could do nothing but shuffle slowly forward, bumping against others until they could move no further and their momentum bounced back. Frank leaned down to Lock, who had taken the brunt of the jostling, as short as he was.

“If there’s a fire, we’re all in big trouble,” he muttered, half smiling. “You claustrophobic?”

“I’m fine,” Lock hissed, but he didn’t sound it, and he kept fixing the lay of his coat and smoothing the part in his hair. “And you should shut up. It could be very bad here if people start paying attention to us. Hearing us speak English.”

Frank shook his head. “No one can hear us. I can barely hear myself. And what do these people care anyway? They’re just out to see a spectacle, whatever it is.” Frank was briefly able to get on his tip-toes but shied away when a girl nearby popped a flare and was hoisted on the shoulders of a bull-necked man. She wore black feathers in her hair, and was greeted with raucous cheers as she waved the flare all about, casting everyone in a harsh copper glow.

Frank turned to Lock and raised an eyebrow and mouthed ‘fire danger’ with a knowing nod. Lock snuffed as the smoke wafted over him. The flare roared like a fire hose.

Frank leaned down again. “Not sure what our plan is here, chief, but if it’s to get to whatever’s up there at the front, I think we’re shit out of luck.”

“It’s funny that you think we have a plan.” Lock tried to squeeze forward and was rebuffed without so much as a glance. “Look. You’re large. Get us up there. We have to see what’s going on.”

“I don’t like confrontations.”

“You’ll kick in a door without a second thought, but you won’t nudge a few people out of the way?”

“A few people?” Frank gestured as grandly as he was able.

“Go on, there looks to be some sort of aisle just up that way. It’s not far. I’ll follow behind.”

Frank muttered to himself but set off at a slow waddle, his girth softly pushing people aside like a boat bumping buoys. Nobody seemed to care; they were making a lateral move, not a forward one, and they weren’t the only people snaking around. Eventually they reached a clear corridor that ran down the middle. It was

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