Rankin, Robert by Armageddon(Txt)

Author:Armageddon(Txt) [Armageddon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-05-15T23:58:56+00:00

“And there goes the door.”

“Stick ‘em up,’ chorused the large men with large guns tumbling over each other through the doorway.

“Or I might just stick ‘em up.’ Rex threw down Laura’s weapon for the second time and stuck ‘em up. “That’s another option, I suppose.”

The latest crop of large men with large guns thundered into the studio and formed themselves into a chaotic firing squad.

“Ready,’ cried one. They made themselves ready.

“Take aim.’ They took aim.

“Fi—’

“Hold it right there!’ Rex shouted. ‘And that’s an order.”

Ti … oh … er … it’s you, sir.”

“Yes.’ Rex wondered how he had omitted this rather obvious option from his former list. ‘It’s me. How dare you point your weapons in my direction.”

T’m sorry, sir. Just got a bit carried away with all the excitement of storming the building and everything. No offence meant.”

“Well, some taken, I can assure you. Attens,’zwn,” The squad came to attention. Rex reviewed his troops. ‘This is a sorry business,’ said he.

“Sir?’ One of the ranks put his hand up. As they all looked very much the same it didn’t matter which one.

“What is it, soldier?”

“Sir, how come you were behind us in the corridor and now you’re in front of us here?”

T’m glad you asked me that.’ Rex paced up and down trying hard to look glad.

“And wearing different clothes, sir?”

“Yes indeed.’ Rex turned upon the questioner. ‘Do you know anything about the transperambulation of pseudo-cosmic antimatter?”

“Er … no sir … not much.”

“Well then.”

“Well then, sir?”

“Well then, dear off. Carry on. Dismissed. Get moving.”

“Yes sir.’ There was mass saluting, mass mumbling and mass pouring out of the door.

And Rex found himself once more alone in the big bright room. He picked up Laura’s gun yet again and tucked it into his jacket.

“Rex Mundi, you genius. Time you left the building.”

He tiptoed across the studio floor and peeped up the corridor after the marching men. ‘Up and away. Ahhh!’ Rex felt the cold muzzle of the gun as it entered his left ear.

“My, my,’ came the voice of the gun’s owner. A voice that Rex knew almost as well as he knew his own. Even though he only heard it through his right ear. ‘My, my. If it isn’t the shopper.”

Rex turned slightly to view the owner of the voice. He knew that face almost as well as he knew his own. In fact equally well. It was his own face.

“Back inside,’ ordered the other Rex. ‘And you lot!’ He bawled up the corridor. ‘Here on the double!”

The gun left Rex’s ear, nuzzled into his chest and pushed him back into the studio.

“Nice jacket.’ The villain fingered Rex’s lapels with his gun-free hand. ‘What expensive taste you do have.”

Rex stared into the face of his mirror image. He’d known loathing and hatred before. But nothing on the scale of this. His body ached to leap upon this travesty and wring the life out of it.

“Oh yes. Love to, wouldn’t you? It’s funny, I don’t feel nearly so badly towards you. Even though you’ve nearly bankrupted me! I suppose that’s because I hold your life in my hands.

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