Stackpole, Michael A - Dark Conspiracy 02 by Evil Ascending

Author:Evil Ascending [Ascending, Evil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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”Meet me here at 6. I’m skipping lunch today so I can go to the game.”

Sin stood and headed toward the door. “Six, got it. I’ll be exploring Kimpunshima until then.”

“Hey, Sin,” Kip called to him.

“Yes?”

“If you see any aliens during your wanderings,” he laughed, “ask them who their insurance agents are so I can make a claim for my boat.”

Rajani decided that Hal Garrett had impressed her.

Despite still needing time to heal up even after what she had done, he had pushed himself to ensure no one followed them from the hospital. On the drive away, he had Will pull up to a “drive-by” pay phone. His call had been short and curt, with codewords being exchanged for less than a half minute. When he hung up, he gave Will some directions, then lay back down in the bed of the truck.

Rajani lost complete track of where they were within the dark world of Eclipse. The ceiling of photovoltaic cells 100

feet above her head transformed the whole undercity into a dirty, forbidding world of perpetual night. Looking up, she could see man-sized nests clinging to the undersides of panels and jury-rigged walkways between buildings.

Bonfires dotted the landscape despite the choking heat and, while she welcomed the warmth, she could see it made Hal very uncomfortable.

Neon signs provided more light than the few unbroken streetlights scattered around the city. A secondary set of roads almost halfway up to the ceiling looked largely untraveled and, when she did see a car up there, it looked sleeker and newer than anything in the thick traffic stream surrounding the pickup truck. Traveling amid the squalor and noise of Eclipse, she wondered if, in fact, Fiddleback had not already won the battle for Phoenix.

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offered Garrett the shotgun, but Hal shook his head and leaned heavily against a lamp post. “Not necessary.

Thank you for your help. Now, get out of here.”

Rajani gave George a big hug. “Thank you for believing me and helping.”

The old man winked at her and climbed back into the truck. “Believe in yourself, little sister. Fiddleback doesn’t know it, but his days are numbered and closing fast on single digits.”

As the truck lurched away, a number of individuals seeped out of the shadows and slowly started ambling toward the two of them. Rajani’s night vision let her see that these young men were African-Americans like Hal, but they had been altered in subtle ways. She noticed it first in how their hands swung freely and heavily at their sides. They have added weight to their hands to aid in hitting. And their faces, cheeks and browridges are enlarged to protect their eyes.

One of the young men moved away from the pack and toward Hal. He raised a clenched fist, and Rajani almost moved to shield Hal before the young man could blud-geon him, but the waves of amusement coming from Garrett stopped her.

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