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advances.
He bent over her with some awkwardness, hampered by his drooping pants, and
he began to lower himself for some serious action. A wider, dreamy smile from
his intoxicated would-be concubine fuelled the fires within him, and he
prepared to give her the ride of her life, but the conflagration of his lust
was extinguished by a hot, fulminating, nauseating storm that shot through his
loins and lower body like chrome bolts fired from a machine-gun.
The bitch kneed me!he thought, as he tumbled to the ground in agony, bright
lights sparkling in his eyes as a metal hand seemed to grab hold of his
entrails and twist.
As he cradled his wounded gonads, she stood over him, her eyes no longer dull
and unresponsive. She carried a wicked-looking silver comb, with teeth at
least four inches long.
"I've met worse than you before, you filthy pervert, she said.  Where I come
from, you have to learn to fight just to survive. I've never killed anyone
before, but I'd be more than happy to start with you. I can take your eyes out
with this comb, and I'll do just that if you try to lay another dirty hand on
me."
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She waved the lethal-looking implement mere inches from his face for
emphasis, and Deeks staggered to his feet, backing away with his hands
outstretched in placation. The pain in his nether regions had subsided to a
low, dull ache, but it had not left him.
"Take it easy, girl, he gasped, backing away from Drexelica.
She did not follow him, but she maintained a firm grip on the impromptu
weapon. In her other hand, she now held a scalpel, which she had grabbed from
a tray of implements. She didn't seem at ease with the sharp blade, but the
unarmed Deeks didn't want to put it to the test.
In answer to the unspoken question that flickered in the tech's panicked
eyes, she said, with more than a trace of pride,  I'm a witch. Normally, I'd
need to touch the earth or a tree to cast a spell, but this mountain radiates
lots and lots of power; enough to cast a simple spell. My Gramma taught me how
to get rid of poisons when I was little, and I pretended those pills affected
me worse than they did until my head was clear, and I could cast the spell on
myself."
"More bloody magic, Deeks muttered, shaking his head. Aloud, he said  All
right, then; you've got me covered, but you can't get out of here, anyway. The
whole corridor's blocked with composite armour plate. So what do we do, just
stand here watching each other?"
"You keep your peeping eyes to yourself, Drex snapped.  You can watch the
wall for all I care, but don't look atme . Grimm will come for me and make you
wish you were dead, like I do, so you'd better let me go."
Deeks smiled indulgently. He doubted that even one of these Questors would be
able to get through the formidable barriers he had put around the corridor. A
plan began to foment inside his head.
"You like this mage a lot, don't you? he said.
"No, Drexelica said with a sniff and a toss of her head, although the Tech
knew she was lying.  But you'd better let me out right now, or there'll be
trouble."
Deeks put on an expression of resignation.  Very well, girl, you win. I'll
just go and enter the codes. It may take a little time, so be patient."
He stepped to the console and began to tap. He smiled to himself, knowing
this simple pauper girl could have no idea whatsoever what he was doing which
was anything but lifting the security barriers. He knew that, of a total of
three hundred and fifty people at Haven, seventy-eight had been subjected to
Phase Three Pacification, with implants that could be used to control their
actions and motivations; this included fifty security guards with lethal
weapons. Once he had control of them, he had control of Haven, and he would
achieve all his aims.
Armitage would be arrested, awaiting an entertaining trial with Deeks as
judge and jury. As for the mages, he sincerely doubted that even they would be
able to fight off an army of seventy-eight armed, single-minded, dedicated
human automata. If the girl really cared about this young Questor, she might
be persuaded to co-operate with the tech's desires just to save Grimm's life.
That would be far more entertaining than ravishing a limp, unresponsive mass
of flesh. He fought to keep the unpleasant smile from his face as he battled
with the security protocols. Just a few more minutes, and he should be in.
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Then he'd have his fun, one way or another.
Chapter 13
Closing In
"What's he playing at? Armitage muttered to himself. Absorbed by his
electronic battle against this unseen insurgent, he seemed to have all but
forgotten his former terror, frowning at the glowing screen before him.
"What is happening, Armitage? Xylox asked, standing at his shoulder but
understanding nothing of the cybernetic struggle that was under way.
"He's trying to get hold into the main control system, the Administrator
replied, perhaps simplifying the technical jargon for the benefit of the
technologically ignorant magic-user.  Nothing I do seems to work. I keep
getting  ACCESS DENIED messages; I think he's disabled my system operator
status."
"Perhaps this is just one of your freed slaves, taking his righteous revenge
upon you, Xylox suggested, a sneer on his lips.  It would seem that our
compact is at an end."
"You ignorant savage! the irate Administrator exploded, his face a mask of
contempt.  Whoever he is, he doesn't need access to the master security
protocols to disable my access. This is a hardware interface assault; he's
trying to get unrestricted control of every door, alarm, terminal and online
system in the complex, you fool!"
"Watch your mouth, scum! Crest snapped, toying with a wicked-looking dagger
in a threatening manner.
Xylox was not one to ignore an overt insult, and he raised a hand to blast
the white-coated dictator into oblivion, but something in Armitage's tone
warned him that he needed to keep the arch-Technologist alive for at least a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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