White Noise by Jonathan Green

Author:Jonathan Green
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Abaddon Books
Published: 2012-09-17T14:00:00+00:00

THE ROAR OF the primate made Ulysses freeze, his heart racing, the bullet wound in his shoulder throbbing.

He wasn’t that far from the top of the tower, and at first he had taken the crashing sounds coming from above to be more barrels hurtling towards him. But the animal bellow had instantly dispelled any such thoughts. The ape was still very much alive and just as angry, and he was about to face the demented cyborg-monster once more, armed with nothing more than a pistol, his natural charm and charisma, and his God-given good looks.

But what other choice did he have? He couldn’t shimmy up the side of the Eiffel Tower like the ape. Could he?

Ulysses dismissed the idea as nothing more than a foolish notion, a consequence of his exhausted, over-wrought mind, as prone it seemed to fits of madness as it was flashes of inspiration. Instead, his footsteps suddenly as heavy as those of a condemned man climbing the scaffold, the dandy set off up the next flight of stairs.

Above, he could see the bottom of the deactivated elevator stuck at the apex of the tower; beneath it, a nine-hundred-foot drop to the ground.

With a resounding clang, the ape dropped onto the landing above him, the shock of its landing making Ulysses grab for the handrails either side of him.

Their eyes met – his single right eye and the silverback’s beady black marble gaze.

It stood there in all its terrible, mechanically-enhanced glory. Biceps bunched, thick toes curling around the leading edge of a step. The electrodes implanted in its skull crackled with coruscating energy as the ape raised its arms. In each huge hand it gripped the rims of two more barrels.

Ulysses glanced about him. There was no point trying to run. And if the animal decided to throw its missiles at him, no manner of dramatic athletics was going to be able to save him.

“Your move,” Ulysses growled.

The ape snorted, nostrils flaring, black rubbery lips creasing in a grumpy pout. With a roar of bestial anger, it sent the last of the barrels at Ulysses.

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