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The trembling in his muscles was fading now, as was the stinging in his cheeks. Reaching to the lighting control board, he killed the lights in the compartment and looked out the windows, trying to get his bearings. They were over Athena now, clearly, and his i
There... there... and there. Three of them. One was directly ahead, almost certainly the hospital, and he quickly sca
A tempting target for one of his limpet mines, perhaps even for some more serious attention if they happened to wind up with a little extra time. Fixing the locations of both in his mind, he turned in the darkness to the dead Security man nearest his height and build and began to strip off his uniform.
The ambulance cushioned to a landing on the hospital roof, and almost before it was down the medic was out and ru
And folded over as Mordecai jabbed him in the belly.
The blackcollar gave him a surreptitious push to aid his momentum into the compartment, his attention on the four orderlies who'd abruptly burst from the observation corridor alongside the landing pad, shoving a gurney ahead of them as they hurried toward the ambulance. Easy to take out; but someone else might be watching the proceedings from elsewhere along that corridor, and he couldn't afford to trigger the alarm too soon. Fleetingly, he wished Lathe had opted to take this part of the plan himself—the comsquare was so much better at this kind of deception.
"Hurry up!" he called to the orderlies, tugging the stretcher half out of the ambulance. "We're going to need more help right away."
"What the hell?" one of them gasped, peering inside at the unmoving bodies. "We were told only one casualty—"
"You were told wrong," Mordecai snapped. "Come on—get moving."
Three of them raced back into the corridor for more gurneys. The other helped load the stretcher—and the blanket-swathed Security man Mordecai had loaded onto it—onto the gurney and headed inside with it. The medic was starting to recover from the stomach jab; with everyone else temporarily out of eyeshot, Mordecai took the opportunity to lean into the ambulance and knock him out more thoroughly. He'd just completed that task when the pilot finally finished his shutdown procedure and strode back to see what was going on.
"What the hell?" he gasped, staring at the view inside.
"He had a doomsday gas bomb," Mordecai growled. "I was the only one who got to the oxygen in time."
The man hissed between his teeth and took a quick step back from the open door. "Damn," he muttered. "What kind of gas—hey! You're—"
Taking a long step toward him, Mordecai slammed a reverse roundhouse kick to the side of the pilot's head. The man went down without a sound. Mordecai was starting to scoop up the unconscious form when the corridor door behind him banged open. "Hey, you!" a voice shouted.
"What was that—?"
Most people, Mordecai had learned long ago, didn't expect to be attacked while they were still talking, and he was on the three orderlies before they knew what was happening. Five punches later they were sprawled on the rooftop with the pilot.
Carefully, he sca
He brought the gravs to life first, making sure they were set in neutral mode. Flipping on the autopilot, he keyed in a high-speed course due east. The gravs glowed brighter and the ambulance began to lift, and as he hopped out he reached in to flick off the aircraft's ru
Slipping through the doorway into the still-deserted corridor, he looked about for the elevator.
Somewhere on the street down there, he'd have to find a car to steal.
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The transport was just making its approach to the Security building when word came through of the runaway ambulance. "What do you mean, stolen?" Galway growled. "How could it have been stolen?"
"I don't know, sir." The transport's copilot shook his head. "But the hospital says they didn't send it out, and it isn't answering its radio. Wait a moment—there's more coming through.... They've found the pilot unconscious on the hospital landing pad, General."
Beside Galway, Qui
"No, sir, it's well outside the Athena perimeter now, heading east across Denver."
"What did you mean about the medic?" Galway frowned.
"Isn't it obvious?" Qui
"Galway?" Pittman called from across the cockpit aisle. "What's going on?"
The prefect turned to look at him. "It looks like Mordecai's managed to make a break for it," he told the youth. "He's stolen his ambulance and is heading to somewhere in Denver."
Pittman's eyes widened, and for a moment his lips moved wordlessly. "Oh, no," he breathed at last.
"Oh, hell. Galway—General Qui
"Protect you from what?" Qui
"Maybe," Pittman said, eyes darting around as the transport set down on the rooftop pad. "But maybe not. He may just have gone for reinforcements."
"What reinforcements?" Qui
Pittman shook his head. "I don't know who... but Lathe was pretty damn pleased they'd come over to our side. Those are his own words."
Qui
"What sort of group would they be likely to link up with?"
"Hey, can we deal with the important things first?" Pittman put in before Galway could speak. "Like my safety? I want to be someplace where Mordecai can't get to me if he comes back in. I mean it, Galway—and you people owe me."
Qui
"Maybe I've seen Mordecai in action more often than you have," Pittman shot back. "Is there anywhere in the cell-block that would be safe?"
"We could lock you into solitary," Qui
"No—no cell." Pittman shook his head. "At least not a locked one. I want to be able to get out if there's any trouble."
"Well, then, just what the hell do you—"
"What about the emergency bunker, General?" Galway cut in. "It's three levels underground, Pittman, with only one entrance, and it's designed to withstand a concerted enemy attack."