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He was right.
Enough was enough, we were all going to die here soon.
I pushed the door open and Sarah was still standing over one of the PCs
with her laptop plugged into some other shit. I looked over at the Source.
He was sitting in the same position I'd left him in, as if he were
watching the TV A small amount of blood was trickling from a hole in his
shirt, but it was the one in the front of his head that gave the game away.
Blood was oozing out like lava flow. The back of his head lolled against the
sofa; it had ballooned out slightly, but the skin was keeping all the
fragmented bone in place. It looked like a car windshield that's been
punched; the glass goes out in the shape of a fist, but it's still held
together. Blood and gooey gray tissue were dribbling onto the sofa. You
didn't have to be George Clooney to know this boy wouldn't be surfing the
net anymore.
Not even looking at me as she manipulated the keyboard, she said, "He
tried to attack me. But he is happy God would have sent him seqina."
She knew I wouldn't have a clue what she was on about, and added,
"Tranquility."
I looked at him again. He hadn't moved from where he'd been when I'd
left the room and there was no look of tranquility on his face. He hadn't
attacked her. So what; as if I gave a fuck. It was probably part of the
alternative brief she'd been given. AK fire called me back to the real
world.
"Come on, let's go. Now, Sarah!"
"No." She shook her head.
"I'm going to be a few seconds more."
The incendiary devices were still on the table. One of my jobs, unless
she was going to tell me that had changed, too, was to destroy any equipment
on target.
She hit the final key.
"OK, we can go." She started to pack herself up.
I went to the sofa, pulled the Source away and let him roll onto the
floor. Picking up one end of the sofa and dragging it across the room, I
leaned it against the bench of computers. I got the wastepaper basket,
scattered the contents on the bench top and added a rug from the floor and a
couple of chairs. I wanted as much flammable stuff as possible near the
incendiaries.
I said, "Are you sure you're ready now?"
It was the first time she'd looked at me since I'd returned to the
room. I saw her studying the red mess on the side of my head. I pulled the
pin of the first device and positioned it on the table between two VDUs. The
handle flew off, and by the time the last one was placed two were already
burning fiercely. I could feel the heat, even through my jump suit.
I ditched the bergen; everything I needed now was in my belt kit. The
air was filling with the noxious black fumes of burning plastic. I grabbed
hold of Sarah, who had her repacked bergen slung over her shoulders, and
headed for the door. I opened it a couple of inches and shouted to Glen,
"Coming through! Coming through!"
He yelled back, "Shut the fuck up and run! Run!"
I didn't look left or right, just ran for the door by the same route