White Darkness (David A. McIntee) by White Darkness (by David A McIntee) (html)

Author:White Darkness (by David A McIntee) (html)
Language: eng
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Chapter Twelve

Something was disturbing all efforts to continue resting. Primitive sensations skittered here and there, triggering twinges of irritation that carelessly boiled away.

The Doctor ordered Howard to stop the car at the top of the road leading down into the city, weighing up the risks of being attacked by one side or the other.

‘We weren’t attacked by any villagers,’ Howard pointed out reasonably.

‘The villages only really pay lip service to the capital, since the Bizango rules them,’ the Doctor answered. Howard cocked an eyebrow, intrigued that a newcomer could know such a thing, but the Doctor didn’t notice as he continued: ‘In the city, it’ll be complete chaos. Do you have any weapons?’ the Doctor asked resignedly.

‘Just this.’ Howard reached back and pulled out a double‐barrelled shotgun.

‘It’ll have to do. Get out,’ he ordered. As Howard got out and went around to the other side of the car the Doctor slid over, and examined the rudimentary dashboard: ‘I’ll drive, so you keep an eye out and use that thing if you have to. Try just to frighten with it,’ he added as an afterthought.

Richmann had found a couple of his men in one of the city’s bars, and dragged them out to take up position around a junction in the northern poor quarter. The two men, who were completely sober despite their time in the bar, moved away to stand against the cracked plaster walls of the buildings to either side of the main road glancing quickly around the corners to check for traffic. Calm and untroubled, Richmann sat in the shade of a palm tree, and relaxed. He felt no fear that either the militia or the rebels would molest him or his men, since all the troubles were occurring in what he thought of as the richer areas. Here, he could see only the occasional flutter of movement, as the fearful denizens of the area tried to keep out of the way and out of trouble.

He strongly suspected that the course of action he was taking was the one that Henri had been about to suggest earlier, before Richmann had walked off. This hadn’t stopped him following the actual strategy, but Richmann wasn’t about to let anyone tell him how to do his job – that was a matter of principle. He spent the next few minutes wondering how much more of Henri’s ungiven advice he would be following.

He was drawn from his reverie by the faint chugging of an engine. He stood, cocking his head to estimate the speed at which the vehicle was approaching. It seemed to be moving quite rapidly. He gestured to his men, who drew back from their corners and pulled out Lugers from concealment.

Whistling softly to himself, Richmann drew his Steyr automatic from its holster beneath his leather jacket, checking that it held a full magazine. Returning the Steyr to the holster, he reached into the holster on his right thigh and slipped the cut‐down Winchester free. Slipping ammunition into the Winchester,

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