New Orleans Run by David Robbins

Author:David Robbins [Robbins, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
ISBN: 0843930543
Goodreads: 3741736
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 1990-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

"If you so much as twitch, monsieur, you are dead," the burly man stated.

Blade froze. Even his lightning reflexes wouldn't enable him to evade a bullet at point-blank range. He defiantly returned the hostile stare of the tonton macoute, his right leg suspended in midair. Ferret and Gremlin apparently tried to bring their weapons into play, because the burly man in black barked a warning.

"Try anything and your big friend is fish bait! Comprenez-vous? Do you understand?"

A few tense moments went by.

"Yeah, we understand, scumsucker," Ferret snapped.

"Then you will lower your assault rifles to the ground and raise your hands."

Blade heard the dull clatter as the pair of AR-15's fell to the turf.

"You are sensible… things," the man said, smirking. He puckered his thick lips and vented a piercing whistle.

"Calling the other dogs?" Blade baited him.

"Your insults are wasted on me, monsieur. Save your breath," the man stated, and repeated the whistle.

Footsteps sounded, coming around both sides of the cabin.

Out of the corners of his eyes Blade glimpsed more members of the voodoo sect coming to their companion's aid. He chided himself for being the champion idiot of the Western Hemisphere. How could he have blundered into their trap so easily? He must be slipping.

"I'll be damned!" a newcomer declared. "Now I owe that strutting peacock Francois an apology. His plan worked."

Blade tensed when hands and arms came into view and disarmed him, taking the Thompson and both Bowies. His backpack was also removed.

Once all the giant's weapons were taken, the man in the doorway grinned. "You can set your leg down now and step back."

Frowning at his stupidity, Blade moved rearward a few feet and turned.

Six tonton macoutes had their guns trained on the hybrids. One of the men in black had the Thompson over a shoulder. Another man, the one nearest to Blade, the one with the Bowies tucked under his belt, the same one who had made the comment about the peacock, grinned at the Warrior.

"Hey, man. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I will be?"

Blade said nothing. He noticed the cult member spoke with an unusual accent. The word "man" came out as "mon."

"That Francois will never let me hear the end of it," the guy said.

Still Blade kept silent.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, man?" The talkative fellow studied the giant for a bit, then smiled. "Oh, Maybe I should introduce myself. My friends all call me Jacques."

"Do you mind if I refer to you as Airhead?" Blade finally spoke up.

"Whoa! A hardass. I like that," Jacques said, and laughed. "You should be fun at the ceremony."

"What ceremony?"

Jacques leaned toward the Warrior and smirked. "That's for me to know, man, and for you to find out about the hard way."

"I can hardly wait."

"Let's quit playing around with this bastard and take off," the burly man in the doorway suggested? "If we hurry we can catch Francois."

"Can't wait to get your nose brown, eh?" Jacques said.

The burly man emerged from the cabin. "Don't talk to me like that.

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