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.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI glared at Teenie.It was her fault.Then I dived for the pile of baggage in the back of the big cabin.I anxiously pawed through my boxes.The viewer fell out.I grabbed it.I turned the volume up all the way.HELLER WAS PARKED BELOW LOOKING AT THE HIGH-RISE!"I'll go in and ring the bell," said Heller."You cover me, Bang-Bang.If he's home, he might come outshooting when he recognizes who it is.""NO!" said the Countess Krak in the back of the cab."There's no sense in making this into a shootingwar.He probably is not home, as it's working hours.I'll just take my shopping bag and go up and see hismother.""I don't like it," said Heller."You don't have to fight in wars.It isn't ladylike.""I've done just fine lately," said the Countess Krak."That you have," said Heller, "and I admire you and Bang-Bang for it no end.But this guy is the worstrat I have ever heard of.He actually pretended to be my friend.And all the time he intended to knife me.He's as bad as an Apparatus 'drunk.' I'd better go.""Inky," said Teenie."If you're in such a God (bleeped) hurry, this is no time to be watching a crimedrama.You're weird!""This is a crime drama that will fry your God (bleeped) ponytail and put it in a shredder," I said."Shutup and let me think." And I tried desperately, my screams muffled by the throb of the chopper rotors. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Well, well," said Raht, looking over my shoulder at the viewer."So that's what the 831 Relayer servesto boost! An eye bug!""Shut up, you silly (bleepard)," I hissed."You'll get us both vaporized for a Code break!""Better you than me," said Raht."Hey, look here!" He was pawing through my baggage."Another one!"He turned it on.He glanced at mine and then back at his."You've got the lady bugged, too!""Well, what do we do?" the pilot shouted back at us."Go home?""Christ, no!" I yelled at him."Keep hovering.Let me think!"My life was hanging not by helicopter blades but by a thread.Heller and Krak-especially Krak-wouldtear this planet apart if they found out I was behind their woes.I looked out the window, forcing myself to overcome the nausea caused by height.There was the orange cab! I could even see Corleone Cab Company on its door.ONE WASOPENING! HELLER WAS GETTING OUT!I started praying in Italian, suppressing my impulse to scream in Voltarian.Maybe Jesus Christ wouldoverlook my many sins and come to my rescue like a good fellow.Heller was always praying and he waswinning.It just could be that it did some good! For I was completely out of ideas."What's that chopper up there?" said Heller."Probably a police plain wrapper," said Bang-Bang, getting out."They cruise around the East Side allthe time to disturb the residents." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"That rules out shooting, Jettero.Let me take this shopping bag and show his mother the latest inhead-wear.After all, she's a woman.This is where I come in."THE BACK DOOR OPENED! KRAK WAS GETTING OUT!"Oh, Jesus Christ," I prayed in Italian."I will be a good boy.I will burn Teenie's joss sticks on youraltar.I will lay off swearing!" Then I stopped and slumped.There was neither hope nor solution.TheCountess Krak was on the pavement, walking toward the high-rise entrance door.Bang-Bang andHeller, like a skirmish line, were flanking her.It was all up.I might as well start writing my will.MADISON SOLVED IT!The Excalibur open touring phaeton came flashing out of the underground garage at sixty miles an hour,exhaust pipes flaming!Madison had apparently despaired of being rescued from the roof and, seeing "Corleone" on that cab,had panicked and fled in his car!It barely missed knocking Bang-Bang down!"It's him!" Heller shouted."Get in the cab!"They converged upon the old hack.The doors weren't even shut when Heller had it moving.He turned on a dime and, tires screaming, shot after Madison. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Our man!" I screamed at the pilot."He's in that open car! Follow him!"The chopper spun on its blades and moved after the phaeton.Madison was heading east, tearing around corners.He was trying to get to Franklin D.RooseveltDrive, where his speed would count for something.After him streaked the cab.A new problem churned in my mind [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI glared at Teenie.It was her fault.Then I dived for the pile of baggage in the back of the big cabin.I anxiously pawed through my boxes.The viewer fell out.I grabbed it.I turned the volume up all the way.HELLER WAS PARKED BELOW LOOKING AT THE HIGH-RISE!"I'll go in and ring the bell," said Heller."You cover me, Bang-Bang.If he's home, he might come outshooting when he recognizes who it is.""NO!" said the Countess Krak in the back of the cab."There's no sense in making this into a shootingwar.He probably is not home, as it's working hours.I'll just take my shopping bag and go up and see hismother.""I don't like it," said Heller."You don't have to fight in wars.It isn't ladylike.""I've done just fine lately," said the Countess Krak."That you have," said Heller, "and I admire you and Bang-Bang for it no end.But this guy is the worstrat I have ever heard of.He actually pretended to be my friend.And all the time he intended to knife me.He's as bad as an Apparatus 'drunk.' I'd better go.""Inky," said Teenie."If you're in such a God (bleeped) hurry, this is no time to be watching a crimedrama.You're weird!""This is a crime drama that will fry your God (bleeped) ponytail and put it in a shredder," I said."Shutup and let me think." And I tried desperately, my screams muffled by the throb of the chopper rotors. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Well, well," said Raht, looking over my shoulder at the viewer."So that's what the 831 Relayer servesto boost! An eye bug!""Shut up, you silly (bleepard)," I hissed."You'll get us both vaporized for a Code break!""Better you than me," said Raht."Hey, look here!" He was pawing through my baggage."Another one!"He turned it on.He glanced at mine and then back at his."You've got the lady bugged, too!""Well, what do we do?" the pilot shouted back at us."Go home?""Christ, no!" I yelled at him."Keep hovering.Let me think!"My life was hanging not by helicopter blades but by a thread.Heller and Krak-especially Krak-wouldtear this planet apart if they found out I was behind their woes.I looked out the window, forcing myself to overcome the nausea caused by height.There was the orange cab! I could even see Corleone Cab Company on its door.ONE WASOPENING! HELLER WAS GETTING OUT!I started praying in Italian, suppressing my impulse to scream in Voltarian.Maybe Jesus Christ wouldoverlook my many sins and come to my rescue like a good fellow.Heller was always praying and he waswinning.It just could be that it did some good! For I was completely out of ideas."What's that chopper up there?" said Heller."Probably a police plain wrapper," said Bang-Bang, getting out."They cruise around the East Side allthe time to disturb the residents." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"That rules out shooting, Jettero.Let me take this shopping bag and show his mother the latest inhead-wear.After all, she's a woman.This is where I come in."THE BACK DOOR OPENED! KRAK WAS GETTING OUT!"Oh, Jesus Christ," I prayed in Italian."I will be a good boy.I will burn Teenie's joss sticks on youraltar.I will lay off swearing!" Then I stopped and slumped.There was neither hope nor solution.TheCountess Krak was on the pavement, walking toward the high-rise entrance door.Bang-Bang andHeller, like a skirmish line, were flanking her.It was all up.I might as well start writing my will.MADISON SOLVED IT!The Excalibur open touring phaeton came flashing out of the underground garage at sixty miles an hour,exhaust pipes flaming!Madison had apparently despaired of being rescued from the roof and, seeing "Corleone" on that cab,had panicked and fled in his car!It barely missed knocking Bang-Bang down!"It's him!" Heller shouted."Get in the cab!"They converged upon the old hack.The doors weren't even shut when Heller had it moving.He turned on a dime and, tires screaming, shot after Madison. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Our man!" I screamed at the pilot."He's in that open car! Follow him!"The chopper spun on its blades and moved after the phaeton.Madison was heading east, tearing around corners.He was trying to get to Franklin D.RooseveltDrive, where his speed would count for something.After him streaked the cab.A new problem churned in my mind [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]