Under The Dome: A Novel by Steohen King

Author:Steohen King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: under the dome, stephen king, thriller

Cox stood quiet for a moment, looking at the ground. Then he raised his head. "What about this hypothetical generator that's maintaining the Dome? Any luck?"

Julia wasn't sure she wanted to tell Cox that they had put a middle-school kid in charge of hunting for it. As it turned out, she didn't have to, because that was when the town fire whistle went off.

22

Pete Freeman dropped the last stack of papers by the door. Then he straightened up, put his hands in the small of his back, and stretched his spine. Tony Guay heard the crackle all the way across the room. "That sounded like it hurt."

"Nope; feels good."

"My wife'll be in the sack by now," Tony said, "and I've got a bottle ratholed in my garage. Want to come by for a nip on your way home?"

"No, I think I'll just—" Pete began, and that was when the first bottle crashed through the window. He saw the flaming wick from the corner of his eye and took a step backward. Only one, but it saved him from being seriously burned, perhaps even cooked alive.

The window and the bottle both shattered. The gasoline ignited and flared in a bright manta shape. Pete simultaneously ducked and pivoted from the hips. The fire-manta flew past him, igniting one sleeve of his shirt before landing on the carpet in front of Julia's desk.

"What the FU —" Tony began, and then another bottle came arcing through the hole. This one smashed on top of Julia's desk and rolled across it, spreading fire among the papers littered there and dripping more fire down the front. The smell of burning gas was hot and rich.

Pete ran for the water cooler in the corner, beating the sleeve of his shirt against his side. He lifted the water bottle awkwardly against his middle, then held his flaming shirt (the arm beneath now felt as if it were developing a bad sunburn) under the bottle's spouting mouth.

Another Molotov cocktail flew out of the night. It fell short, shattering on the sidewalk and lighting a small bonfire on the concrete. Tendrils of flaming gasoline ran into the gutter and went out.

"Dump the water on the carpet!"Tony shouted. "Dump it before the whole place catches fire!"

Pete only looked at him, dazed and panting. The water in the cooler bottle continued to gush onto a part of the carpet that did not, unfortunately, need wetting.

Although his sports reporting was always going to be strictly junior varsity, Tony Guay had been a three-letter man in high school. Ten years later, his reflexes were still mostly intact. He snatched the spouting cooler bottle from Pete and held it first over the top of Julia's desk and then over

the carpet-blaze. The fire was already spreading, but maybe ... if he was quick ... and if there was another bottle or two in the hallway leading to the supply closet...

"More!" he shouted at Pete, who was gaping at the smoking remains of his shirtsleeve. "Back hall!"

For a moment Pete didn't seem to understand.

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