Into the Shadows (Re-print) by Jordan K. Weisman

Author:Jordan K. Weisman [Weisman, Jordan K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-09-22T06:00:00+00:00

Among the survivors who had joined us was P'kenyo the dwarf, who sometimes worked late and then just slept in the rafters with the rest of us. Turtle tapped him on the shoulder.

"You look strong. Help me with this."

They re-entered the office, shunted the body to one side, grabbed a huge filing cabinet full of paperwork that must have weighted a good 200 kilos, and manhandled it back out the door, and over to the stairs. Staying out of the line of fire, they brought it to the doorway just as another group of Yaks decided to charge. Turtle and P'kenyo gave a mighty heave, and the cabinet bounced down the stairway and crushed the attackers.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Turtle asked the 150 Ken St. Andre

group waiting on the landing. "We'll never get down these stairs alive."

"I have a rope ladder at my nest," said StrangeDos. "If that part of the warehouse is empty, we can climb down that- "

"Let's go," Turtle said. StrangeDos gestured for people to follow him, and they began to disappear into the darkness in single file.

"No one else is trying to come up," said Troog.

"Then make a break for the elf's ladder," commanded Turtle. "I'll be the rearguard."

Troog didn't wait for a second invitation. Helping his wounded pal, he staggered off after the others.

Turtle made one last check of the stairs, and started to follow. Then he stopped and retraced his steps to where P'kenyo was standing outside the office. "Where's Flut?"

asked Turtle.

"She's still inside," said the dwarf, "and she doesn't look right."

Turtle poked his head through the door and saw me rum-maging through Goob's desk with a glassy stare on my slack features. "This is no time for looting," he yelled, then ran in and threw me over one shoulder. Just before he grabbed me, my fingers found what they sought, and I palmed it.

The dwarf picked up my leather bag and followed close behind Turtle and me. He also took the transponder from my hand and listened intently. "They're ordering everybody out of the warehouse," he told Turtle. I heard the words as though from a great distance as I struggled to pull myself out of trance. I didn't know P'kenyo could speak Japanese.

Suddenly there was an explosion, followed immediately by several more. The covering darkness dissolved as fires erupted in more than twenty places around the building. Turtle almost lost his footing, staggering to one knee as concussions snook the girder below his feet. P'kenyo reached out and helped steady him.

With the thunder of the explosions, I suddenly snapped back into my body like a released rubber band. "Let me down!" I said. "I'm all right now."

Turtle let go of me, reluctantly, it seemed.

Plenty of light filled Bob's warehouse now, nickering brightly enough to light up both floor area and catwalks as stored merchandise all over me huge building began to bum.

I saw several Yak groups running for the nearest doors, and TURTLE IN THE TOWER 151

about ten of my friends down among the crates and barrels.

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