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Ta
The radiation level fell and there came crashes amid the roaring overhead. A light fall of gravel descended for perhaps half a minute, along with the rain.
"We're ru
"On what?"
"Everything: Lucfc, fuel, ammo. Maybe you'd have been better off if I'd left you where I found you."
"No," she said. "I'm with you, the whole line."
"Then you're nuts," he said. "I haven't been hurt yet. When I am. it might be a different tune."
"Maybe," she said. "Wait and hear how I sing."
He reached out and squeezed her thigh."Okay, Corny. You've been okay so far. Hang onto that piece, and we'll see what happens."
He reached for another cigarette, found the pack empty, cursed. He gestured toward a compartment, and she opened it and got him a fresh pack. She tore it open and lit him one.
"Thanks."
"Why're they staying out of range?"
"Maybe they're just going to pace us. I don't know.**
Then the fogs began to lift. By the time Ta
"If they just want to keep us company, then I don't care," he said. "Let them."
But there came more gunfire after a time, and he heard a tire go. He slowed, but continued. He took careful aim and strafed them. Several fell.
More gunshots sounded from behind. Another tire blew, and he hit the brakes and skidded, turning about as he slowed. When he faced them, he shot his anchors, to hold him in place, and he discharged his rockets, one after another, at a level parallel to the road. He opened up with his guns and sprayed them as they veered off and approached him from the sides. Then he opened fire to the left. Then the right He emptied the right-hand guns, then switched back to the left. He launched the remaining grenades.
The gunfire died down, except for five sources—three to his left and two to his right—coming from somewhere within the trees that lined the road now. Broken bikes and bodies lay behind him, some still smouldering. The pavement was potted and cracked in many places.
He turned the car and proceeded ahead on six wheels.
"We're out of ammo. Corny," he told her.
"Well, we took an awful lot of them...."
••Yeah."
As he drove on, he saw five bikes move onto the road. They stayed a good distance behind him, but they stayed.
He tried the radio, but there was no response. He bit the brakes and stopped, and the bikes stopped, too, staying well to the rear."Well, at least they're scared of us. They think we still have teeth."
"We do," she said.
"Yeah, but not the ones they're thinking about."
"Better yet."
"Glad I met you," said Ta
She nodded; he put it into gear and started forward abruptly.
The motorcycles moved ahead also, and they maintained a safe distance. Ta
After awhile they drew nearer again. Ta
When they drew near enough, they began to fire, rifles resting on their handlebars.
Ta
He stopped once more, and the bikes did, too, remaining just out of range of his flames. He cursed and ground ahead again. The car wobbled as he drove, listing to the left. A wrecked pickup truck stood smashed against a tree to his right, its hunched driver a skeleton, its windows smashed and tires missing. Half a sun now stood in the heavens, reaching after nine o'clock; fog-ghosts drifted before them, and the dark band in the sky undulated and more rain fell from it, mixed with dust and small stones and bits of metal. Ta
He saw an orange glow ahead and to his right. It had been there for several minutes, but he had not become conscious of it until just then.
"Volcano," she said when he indicated it. "It means we've got another sixty-five, seventy miles to go."
He could not tell whether any more shooting was occurring. The sounds coming from overhead and around him were sufficient to mask any gunfire, and the fallof gravel upon the car covered any ricocheting rounds. The five headlights to his rear maintained their pace.
"Why don't they give up?" he said. "They're taking a pretty bad beating."
"They're used to it," she replied, "and they're riding for blood, which makes a difference."
Ta
Then the five headlights behind him suddenly became four, and the others slowed, grew smaller. "Accident, I hope," he remarked.
They sighted the mountain, a jag-topped cone bleeding fires upon the sky. They left the road and swung far to the left, upon a well marked trail. It took twenty minutes to pass the mountain, and by then he sighted their pursuers once again—four lights to the rear, gaining slowly.
He came upon the road once more and hurried ahead across the shaking ground. The yellow lights moved through the heavens; and heavy, shapeless objects, some several feet across, crashed to the earth about them. The car was buffeted by winds, listed as they moved, would not proceed above forty miles an hour. The radio contained only static.
Ta
When the lights appeared in the screen, he flung the door wide, leaped down and hurled the grenade through the abrasive rain.
He was into the cab and moving again before he heard the explosion, before the flash occurred upon his screen.
The girl laughed almost hysterically as the car moved ahead.
"You got 'em, Hell. You got *eml" she cried.
Ta
The road grew cracked, pitted, slippery. They toppeda high rise and headed downhill. The fog thickened as they descended.
Lights appeared before him, and he readied the name. There were no hostilities, however, as he passed a truck headed in the other direction. Within the next half hour he passed two more.
There came more lightning, and fist-sized rocks began to fall. Ta
They waited for three hours, but the storm did not let up. One by one, the four view-screens went dead and the fifth only showed the blackness beneath the car. Ta
"I think we've had it," he said.
"Yeah."
"How far are we?"
"Maybe fifty miles away."
"There's still a chance, if we live through this."
"What chance?"
"I've got two bikes in the rear."
They reclined their seats and smoked and waited, and after awhile the lights went out.