"FWLS12" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

the hall by now.

"Listen," I explained. "This SLIGHTLY insane groupie
stalked me after the show, practically worshipping the ground I
walked on and demanding autographs in odd places. I just passed
her off as a weirdo, but it looks like she's manic depressive /
obsessive to boot and has some really twisted delusions on me."

"And you expect me to believe that?!" Eroki exclaimed.

"Dudette, you KNOW I can't lie to you. We've got that
mental wavelink sorta thing."

"That's true," she said. "I still don't believe that she's
that twisted, though--"

There was a SWOOSH and the forcesword I kept around for
burglars and rats sliced through the hard wooden door like a
knife through butter.

"Need any more evidence?" I said. "I knew I should have
hidden that force field sword better. I suggest we scream, then
run."

"Pull up your pants first," she whispered, embarrassed.
"One three. One, two--"

The door went down in a pile of neatly carved wood, and
Sally stormed out, clutching the bedsheet in one hand and the
HUGE (well, compared to her) sword in the other. "Darling!"

"Forget the screaming! Just run!" I yelled, and the two of
us were off like a bolt from a blaster.

*

Call me crazy, but I think when you want to escape a
homicidal fan, the best place to go is the other side of town.
The idea seemed good at the time; lots of area to cover, no way
she could find us. 'Course, I didn't remember the fact that the
bridge serves very neatly as a bottleneck from which you can be
visible by most of the city.

"Gotta... stop... running," Eroki panted. "Gotta rock in my
shoe."

"Alright, but hurry," I said, pausing. "We gotta get to the
police station before--"

"BANZAI!" shouted a high pitched voice from above us, as