William W Johnstone - Ashes 10

Author:Trapped in the ashes 10
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-08-09T13:50:44+00:00

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Underground People, Paul, that it was highly unlikely that Savie and his group could have survived in the city without making some sort of deal with the Night P.

But the Judges were gone, and the back had been broken of those creepies remaining in the city. Knowing that, why, then, would they be so seemingly unwilling to help in the fight against Khamsin? Itjustdidn’tmake any sense to Ben.

He shrugged it off and went back inside his CP.

He’d turn in early this night. There was that old guerrilla fighter’s adage: eat when you can, drink when you can, and sleep when you can. For you never knew when you might get the chance to do any of the three again.

Ben was up several hours before dawn, drinking coffee and once more going over maps of the city. The question paramount in his mind:

Have I missed anything?

He could not think of a thing.

Now it was in the hands of God and the guns in the hands of Rebels.

Beth walked in, yawning. “I saw your light, General. Anything I can get you?”

“How about a miracle?” Ben grinned at her.

“Traid I’m fresh out of those, General. But”-she returned the grin-“we found a food warehouse late yesterday. Lots of it in good shape.

How about some cinnamon toast for breakfast?”

“Cinnamon toast. I haven’t had that in years.”

“Then you better come on. Thermopolis is down in the kitchen and he’s already eaten half a loaf of bread and a pound of butter.”

After having to practically arm-wrestle Thermopolis for the cinnamon can, Ben ate the rest of the fresh-baked bread, covered liberally with butter and sugar and cinnamon.

Jerre entered the kitchen and said, “Doctor Chase would disapprove of all that sugar.”

“You want some?” Ben asked, his mouth full.

“Naturally.” She sat down and took what was left on Ben’s plate and grinned at him as she chomped away.

“I’m not fixin’ any more of this damn bread!”

Jersey bitched.

“I’ve had plenty,” Thermopolis said.

“Yeah. Me, too,” Ben echoed, then looked at Thermopolis. “Where is your wife?”

“I left her sleeping. I got up when I heard Emil pacing the floor and muttering to himself about tiny arrows piercing his heart.”

“He certainly has been smitten, that’s for sure.” Ben looked up as Beth entered the room.

“Khamsin’s started his offensive, General. And he’s hitting hard.”

“Let’s go to work, gang. If our people can keep on sucking them in, at dawn tomorrow, we blow the bridges.” He stood up and sighed. “And God have mercy on our souls if I’ve made a

mistake.”

“We voted to stay, General,” Jersey reminded him.

“We’re all in this together.”

Ben nodded, smiled, and stepped outside into the abnormally warm morning. He looked up at the sky. “Hold on for just one more morning,” he muttered. “Then You can send the damnedest blizzard this city has ever known.”

Khamsin was a bit more adventurous that day, moving a little faster and taking a few more chances. The Rebels held on for what they hoped was a respectable length of time, then pulled back, drawing the Libyan ever deeper into the city.

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