By Patrick Tilley
Steve, Cadillac and Clearwater meet with triumph and catastrophe as they struggle to stay away from the clutches of either the Iron Masters and the disguised killer squads despatched out by means of the Lone megastar Confederation to purge the overground of renegade Trackers and deserters. Clearwater's earth-magic will get them out of a number of tight corners however the Iron Masters end up to be tenacious adversaries and the 1st kinfolk - the sinister oligarchy who rule the Confederation - don't have any goal of loosening their grip on Steve Brickman. regardless of his obvious treachery, he's a helpful pawn in a online game which, if misplaced, might spell the top of the 1st Family's dream of reconquering the blue-sky global.
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He’d done it before. He was doing it now. Fuck him. I didn’t want to die of old age walking out of the south Gobi, but fuck him. Then the intercom crackled to life. The pilot said something fast and tonal—Cantonese, I thought, not that I could follow it. The Antonov banked hard and picked up speed as the engines coughed a bloom of black smoke. Whatever it was we were looking for, we’d found it. Hannaday just smiled. ” Ladder work? Out here? * * * And damn me if we didn’t bounce to a landing somewhere not much different from anywhere else.
He was an Agency cowboy I’d last seen on the wrong end of a Glock in Kandahar two years earlier. Whipcord thin, still wearing the same damned Armani suit. How the fuck had that spook gotten into the camp without me seeing him? My legs still ached whenever it got chilly. I briefly considered firing off my Stinger inside the ger, just punching the warhead into Hannaday’s chest, but that would have pretty much toasted us all. “Stow it,” growled Korunov. Two hundred kilos or not, that man could and did snap necks.
He was pale and sweating. ” I said. ” I went and looked. Our spaceman was a girl, not more than fifteen, eyes bloodshot from reentry gees, barely moving even as she stared at us. Blue-black skin, shaved head. A girl. Who’d dropped out of the Central Asian sky in a Russian spaceship. Kids on the International Space Station? Not fucking likely. Not in this lifetime. ” * * * The Antonov lumbered back to camp. Nichols sat in the back of the plane with his shotgun, watching the kid and cursing in an extended monotone, mostly Russian.