Those Who Walk in Darkness by John Ridley

Author:John Ridley [Ridley, John]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, sf_action
Publisher: Aspect
Published: 2005-06-01T12:00:00+00:00

Different voice, another blue: "We've got him. He's… he's gone, he's gone! Southeast now. Jesus, I've never seen anything like it."

A shake of Soledad's head. Blues. When it came to dealing with freaks, they were strictly rank.

Answering Vin: "Little as thirty, forty thousand years ago there was another hominid species coexisting with us Homo sapiens. The Neanderthals. Nothing but Homo sapiens now. No more Neanderthals. Why? We evolved, they didn't, we pushed them out."

"That's debatable: that they were overrun by the early moderns."

Yar felt like he was watching a wrestling match between PBS and the History Channel, and here he was with no way to switch to Fox.

Soledad: "Well, I'm with the 'out of Africa' theory. And one thing's for sure, however it happened: Neanderthals aren't around to give their side of the story. They're dead, they're gone, they're extinct and I'm not looking for some of the same. So if it comes down to us or the freaks for who gets to inherit the earth, I vote for us."

More radio chatter: "Got it coming across… Forget it, it's gone."

"I think… picked it up, north grid heading… Damn it!""Think it's slowing down. Not much, but…""We see it. Slower, but goddamn, it can still haul ass…""Command to all elements. Get ready to move out.""I'm with Soledad. I'm not trying to end up part of a history exhibit." Yar hefted his HK."Let's go do something about the competition."

Griffith Park had been cleared out by the uniformed LAPD cops. Amazing how quiet a big-city park can be top of the morning once gutted. Amazing the park could be gutted at all. Only things there were four MTac elements and a slowing but still very fast-moving freak named Herbert Lewis.

Central MTac, making up one square of a collapsing box, moved through the bushes and foliage like they were trying to flush Charlie from the rice paddies.

On Soledad's left hip hung a Colt. 45. Part of the compromise. She had to wear a reg piece. But on her left hip where she couldn't get to it and couldn't much use it, the gun was vestigial. Technically, as SLO, Yar should've had the Colt anyway. Yar preferred the rapid fire of an HK. He bent the rules, let Soledad have the Colt. Who was carrying what were just details to Yar. They had guns; what they needed was a mutie to stick in their crosshairs.

In all their earpieces, a frantic" Valley to elements. Officer down. We've got wounded!"

"Say again!"

"We have an officer down! The freak shot—"

"This is Harbor. We got it! It's—it's gone, heading south!"

Yar: "Is it armed? Valley, is the freak armed?"

"Negative. Shot my man with his own weapon, but he didn't take it."

"Pacific to Central. It's bouncing your way, Yar."

Into his throat mike: "Tighten up, Central. It's coming."

Soledad took up a two-handed grip on her O'Dwyer, set it to single fire. The other MTacs did likewise with their weapons. They waited…

Waited…

There it was. Not there one second, the next it was standing before them looking rabbit scared.

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