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heard it again: a big booming laugh.
"Shut up, Wechsung, or we'll shut you up!" the cop said.
"Sure." Sarge's voice was faint, too far from the mike to hear distinctly.
"You boys are in big trouble.
Maybe you better let me talk to my buddies out there before they roll rocks on
top of this thing."
"Shut up, Wechsung. Four Love Victor, Mayday. Mayday!
It was pitch dark before Zeke guided us to where he and his sons had stationed
themselves. He had two tractors, a big pressurized trailer with a portable
powerpack, and oxygen-hydrogen fuel cells in another trailer. The police
would have to rely on their internal batteries, but we had power to burn. We
hooked Aunt Ellen into Zeke's system and went into his trailer.
Zeke was there with one of his sons, Ezra. John Appleby was there as well.
They had a coffee pot going, and food.
"Cops have been callin' us," Zeke said. "I think they're scared. They keep
tellin' us how Sarge doesn't have a helmet on. We haven't answered 'em yet."
"Think they'd let Sarge loose if we promise to leave 'em alone?" I asked.
Zeke shrugged. "Could be. Garrett, I haven't talked to 'em yet, because they
don't know I'm in this.
Might be a good idea not to tell 'em. Anyway, I thought I'd wait for you and
Johnny here. You two got the biggest stake in this game -"
"They already want me," I said. "May as well let me do the talking. John has a
pregnant wife. No point in getting you involved, John."
"Yeah, but -"
"If you have to be, you will be," Zeke said. "I was hoping you'd say something
like that, Garrett. I
blew out the road, and I'll go in after the bastards if that's what it takes.
But I don't mind sayin' I'd as soon not see my station blown up the way
Windhome was."
"What are we up against?" I asked.
John Appleby answered. "I've seen it. The tractor's no tank, but they've got
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a machine-gun turret mounted on top, and they've got thick plate on it. We
could take it, no question about it. They've moved off into a clear space -
they're going to be damned cold by morning if they stay out in the wind - so
we can't drop rocks on their heads, but we could probably get close enough to
throw dynamite. But I don't see any way we can get inside that thing without
killing Sarge."
"Expect reinforcements?" I asked.
Zeke shrugged. "Don't think they got a message through. Hellastown isn't going
to be anxious to send out a force in the dark. Never get tanks through the Gap
anyway, they'd have to go around, and they won't do that at night. My other
boy's watchin from up on the side of the Gap, and he'll tell us if he sees
lights comin', but I think we've got till morning for sure."
"Yeah. Well, let's talk to them. Worse comes to worse, we'll offer a trade." I
drank the coffee Zeke had given me, then went over and sat down in front of
the radio. The trailer was big and cozy. Zeke used it as a mobile prospecting
camp.
"One Dog Niner, are you listening? Over."
"Yeah, we're listening. You bastards better let us go! There'll be two
battalions of marines with tanks out here by morning!"
"This won't last until morning," I said. "You've got troubles, fellows. Now
let me hear Sarge talking."
"Why?"
"Because any time I ask to hear him and I don't. I'm going to assume he's
dead, and there won't be any reason why we shouldn't be throwing dynamite.
Clear? We've got more power than you have. You can't run away from us, so
don't waste batteries. Just put Sarge on."
There was a pause. Then, "Hey kid. You're doin' okay."
"You all right, Sarge?"
"Sure. Look, don't let 'em talk you into nothing, they're -"
"That's enough," the policeman said. "He's all right."
"Good. You keep him that way. I'll be back in a bit. Out." I switched off the
transmitter.
"The trouble is," I said, "they think they can wait for sunlight and just take
off. With that machine gun they know they can put any tractor we've got out of
action. And there probably will be reinforcements before noon. We need a way
to convince them we can disable them without hurting Sarge -"
We thought for a moment. Then I had an idea. "John, you said you can hit them
with dynamite. Can you hit them with paint?"
"Paint?"
"Yeah. In a plastic bag. If we splatter paint on their windscreen and solar
cells, where are they going in the morning?"
"Be damned," Zeke said. "Ezra, get on the photophone and tell your mother we [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]