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Parkwood eased over and looked intently at Vickers.
"Are you telling the truth about the outside?"
"Of course I'm telling the truth."
"Christ." Parkwood shook his head as though trying to settle his thoughts. "This is more of a mess than I care to cope with."
There was another flurry of fire from the tu
It had become a siege. Parkwood continued to take control of the situation and both the military and the security forces seemed content to go along with him. Not that there was that much to go along with; there were at least three miniguns and other heavy automatic weapons set up in the bottom tu
Parkwood and Vickers used a lull in the initial firing to crawl back from the shadow of the obelisk to the elevators. It was there, under cover of the incline, that a motley crew were gathering; military, security, all ma
Eggy led the first rush. A small group of a dozen security had managed to get into the largest of the tu
"Tanks."
"Tanks?"
"We could bring down tanks, light tanks from the first level. A Puma would fit in one of those tu
"How could you bring them down here from the first level?"
"They'd fit in the passenger elevators."
"They're too heavy, they'd snap the cables. You can't put a Puma tank in a passenger elevator."
"Are you certain about that?"
"Absolutely."
"Shit."
The idea of outside help had been mooted.
"If they're out there like Vickers says, why don't we let them come on in and do the dying? We've been down here for eighteen months. You could say we did our tour."
Eggy was the first one to put it into words. There was immediate agreement.
"Hell, we could walk away and leave Lloyd-Ransom right where he is. We could start evacuating the bunker right now. If you're telling the truth, Vickers, I could be in Vegas tomorrow night, shooting craps and talking to women wearing perfume and real clothes. I could sleep in a bed as big as a fucking swimming pool. Has anyone figured how much back pay we've got coming? Let's leave Lloyd-Ransom to someone else."
Eight-Man shook his head. His eyes were bloodshot and angry.
"If he's had me in here for eighteen months for no reason, I want him."
Vickers hoisted his Yasha and stood up.
"I want him too. I want him for Fenton but I don't see why we shouldn't bring in fresh troops to spearhead the first assault. I sure as hell don't want to be the first into those tu
Parkwood looked around at the group at the impromptu strategy brainstorm. He didn't seem totally convinced.
"So what should we do?"
Vickers realized that it was primarily Parkwood's caution to which everyone was looking.
"I'd suggest that two of us go outside and talk with the army. It's my guess that they'll pretty much do what we want so long as they get the bunker back."
Parkwood seemed to be trying to stare his way into Vickers' mind.
"Are you sure this isn't some terrible devious doublecross?"
Vickers met the gaze.
"What do I have to do to convince you? What possible doublecross could there be?"
"I don't know, but if there is, I swear I'll kill you."
Eight-Man leaned toward Parkwood.
"You send me with him to the outside and if there's the slightest thing wrong, I'll kill him."
Vickers was getting a little tired of being accused and threatened.
"Isn't this caution getting a little obsessive?"
"What would you do if you were in our position?"
Further argument was interrupted by a disturbance by the elevators. The troops that were supposed to be stopping people coming out of the elevator doors were having a hard job holding back a jostling crowd of handlers who had presumably ridden down from the second level. There was a good deal of pushing and yelling. Vickers thought that he recognized Joha
"Mort! Hey Mort!"
"Joha
He moved quickly toward the nearest guard. There was a certain degree of guilt in his speed. Their affair was, at best, a sporadic business. He always promised to come back soon but frequently weeks would go by before he saw her again. With all the women in the bunker, it was all too easy to be sidetracked.
"Let her through."
The guard, who was doing his best to avoid being clawed by an angry redhead, shook his head.
"I can't do that."
"Just let her through, goddamn it!" The guard shrugged. Joha
"What the hell is this all about?"
"We're getting impatient up there. We want to know what's going on. Nobody would tell us anything so we came down here to find out."
"Getting drunk up there too?"
"So?"
"So you're in the way down here. There's people shooting at us and the last thing that we need is a bunch of drunk women who don't know what they're doing."
Behind them a mixture of soldiers and security were slowly herding the handlers back into the elevator car. Vickers jerked his thumb.
"Do you have any influence with these people?"