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.I need to find him."***Ukiah saw a host of entrance options as he walked across the parking lot.Rental cars this way.Arriving passengers that way.Departing passengers overhere.Each sign pointed to a different level or wing of the old terminal.The first door he came to was just beyond an empty circular fountain.Itwas an odd outcrop of a building, separated from the terminal by a five-lanecrescent of departing passenger traffic.A half-circle in design, it fit neatly,although weirdly, into the crescent.The door had been glass, but a sheet ofplywood was fixed over it.He ran his fingers over the door handle.Max had touched it, but had heentered through this door? Ukiah tried the door and found it unlocked.Astairwell took up the breadth of the tower, leading down into some space underthe roadway.It was cave-black beyond the slant of sunlight from the open door.Would Max have gone down these steps? The door was unlocked,providing easy access.Max would have been looking for things hidden, which thedarkness suggested in plenty.Ukiah closed his eyes and focused on the scentscoming up from below: damp mold, dust shifting down from a failing roof,Ontongard's musk, and faintly, finally, the smell of human urine.Ukiah considered for the first time that the Ontongard had his threememories.Obviously they had used one to make guises of himself.That left twoaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rmice that could be used to make Gets.Ukiah sniffed the scent of urine uneasily.Had the Ontongard kidnapped victims to be made into Gets?He checked the inside door handle.It worked easily.He would be able toget back out.He stepped into the dark stairwell and let the door swing shutbehind him.After a moment his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could seethat there was a faint light coming from below.He crept down the steps.Water dripped somewhere in the darkness, and the echoes told him thatthe room was vast.Far to the right of the staircase, a single lightbulb gleamed.Across from the door, HERTZ was spelled out in giant letters and beside it was aticket counter still littered with information packs.Ukiah stalked toward the light.Signs pointed out GROUNDTRANSPORTATION, BAGGAGE CLAIMS, and REST ROOMS.The singlelightbulb, he noticed, was off a strand of recently run Romex cable, stapledhaphazardly to the ceiling tile.The white cable ran off into the darkness, butpointed in a straight line at the next distant light.At the third light, he found where they had jumped Max.They had hurthim, pouring his blood out onto the moldy carpet.Judging from the number ofkicked-over chairs, torn, rotting carpeting, and smears of blood, it had been along wrestling fight.Max's trench coat lay in a rumpled heap on the floor,surrounded by a halo of Max's belongings.His wallet, the cash gone but the creditcards intact.Ukiah slipped it into his own pocket.Car keys.Those too he pickedup.Random electronic gadgets that Max forever had stuffed into his pocketsthose Ukiah left behind.One, however, was a small mag flash light, which Ukiahused to spot the other belongings.Max's black suede PDA case blended into thebackground so well that Ukiah almost missed it.So did the case of Max's stashgun.Ukiah snatched them up, hoping that, while he worried over Max'sbelongings, Max himself wasn't being killed elsewhere.The blood, though, wasfrom yesterday, old and dried.He did a quick last sweep, bending down to run the light under the still-standing row of chairs.There he found the remote key.He picked it up, shakinghis head.Max had to have thrown it under the chairs while they had wrestled himto the ground.The near cave darkness had cloaked the key from the Ontongard.Ukiah slipped it into his pocket, feeling like he had wasted too much time already.He found Max's blood trail and took off at a trot.***They had put Max in a ten-by-ten foot office converted into a cell.TheRomex line had been diverted to put a light into the room.The lock had beeninstalled recently, the sawdust on the floor still smelling of cut wood.Max hadbled on the floor, urinated in the corner, slept on one bare table.The room wasnow empty.The door leaned at a drunken angle, its hinges popped off but itsdead bolt still locked.The dust layering the information desk beside the door hadbeen disturbed; guns and the cured leather of holsters had been placed on the topaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rand removed.Where was Max?Ukiah clung to the knowledge that the door had been forced from theinside.Max had probably escaped and, hopefully, had even recovered hisweapons that had been stacked by the door.Ukiah searched the floor for a bloodtrail out, but Max had stopped bleeding.Taking out the flashlight, Ukiah sweptthe area.Across the wide hall, he noticed a sparkle of glass.He crossed the hall,keeping the light trained on the item until he saw it clearly.He moaned in pain.A hypodermic syringe gleamed on the dark carpeting.He didn't want totouch it, learn its truths.He forced himself to pick it up.Max's blood tipped theneedle.He pulled out the plunger and ran the tip of his pinkie on the inside edge.The ghost impression of Ukiah's blood coated the inside of the syringe.TheOntongard had found a human to make into Ukiah's Get.Ukiah clutched the syringe tightly until it shattered in his hand, drivingtiny slivers of glass into his palm.It was useless to deny it.The Ontongard had injected Max a full day ago.His Max was dead, gone, wiped clean and replaced with a copy of himself.Even ifMax's body was walking, his soul was gone.CHAPTER TENWednesday, June 24, 2004Moon Township, PennsylvaniaUkiah sat, grief-stricken, bordering on forever.Max was dead.Ukiahcouldn't function, couldn't think, could barely even breathe.He thought he knewgrief, but this was too huge and awful for him to even see the edges of it.Eventually he realized that he had held a palmful of blood that had slowlychanged into a mouse.Whiskers fine as spider legs tickled his fingers, searchingfor food.He numbly plucked out the shards of glass and reabsorbed the mouse.What should he do? He had lost the race this time, lost it so badly hecouldn't find the finish line.What should he do?He got to his feet.He would have to find his missing Get.Follow with yoursoul, Bear had told him.Ukiah closed his eyes and felt for the distant echo ofhimself.Forward and up, the shadow of his soul was impossible to miss.aaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r r***Max made one mean Get.Ukiah found the site of the first gunfight in Baggage Claim Area C.Maxhadn't been hit; none of his blood stained the floor.He had unloaded his SIG-Sauer P210 into three Gets from the cover of a half wall that separated Area Cfrom Area B.The spent 9mm rounds glittered on the dark floor.The short wallwas peppered with shotgun pellets from the Gets' weapons.The Gets lay drainedof blood and covered with anxious mice.The nine rounds from the Sauer weresplit evenly between the Gets.Max had reloaded, dropping the empty, expensivemagazine on the ground in a clear indication of his mindset he wasn't worryingabout coming back out of the terminal [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I need to find him."***Ukiah saw a host of entrance options as he walked across the parking lot.Rental cars this way.Arriving passengers that way.Departing passengers overhere.Each sign pointed to a different level or wing of the old terminal.The first door he came to was just beyond an empty circular fountain.Itwas an odd outcrop of a building, separated from the terminal by a five-lanecrescent of departing passenger traffic.A half-circle in design, it fit neatly,although weirdly, into the crescent.The door had been glass, but a sheet ofplywood was fixed over it.He ran his fingers over the door handle.Max had touched it, but had heentered through this door? Ukiah tried the door and found it unlocked.Astairwell took up the breadth of the tower, leading down into some space underthe roadway.It was cave-black beyond the slant of sunlight from the open door.Would Max have gone down these steps? The door was unlocked,providing easy access.Max would have been looking for things hidden, which thedarkness suggested in plenty.Ukiah closed his eyes and focused on the scentscoming up from below: damp mold, dust shifting down from a failing roof,Ontongard's musk, and faintly, finally, the smell of human urine.Ukiah considered for the first time that the Ontongard had his threememories.Obviously they had used one to make guises of himself.That left twoaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rmice that could be used to make Gets.Ukiah sniffed the scent of urine uneasily.Had the Ontongard kidnapped victims to be made into Gets?He checked the inside door handle.It worked easily.He would be able toget back out.He stepped into the dark stairwell and let the door swing shutbehind him.After a moment his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could seethat there was a faint light coming from below.He crept down the steps.Water dripped somewhere in the darkness, and the echoes told him thatthe room was vast.Far to the right of the staircase, a single lightbulb gleamed.Across from the door, HERTZ was spelled out in giant letters and beside it was aticket counter still littered with information packs.Ukiah stalked toward the light.Signs pointed out GROUNDTRANSPORTATION, BAGGAGE CLAIMS, and REST ROOMS.The singlelightbulb, he noticed, was off a strand of recently run Romex cable, stapledhaphazardly to the ceiling tile.The white cable ran off into the darkness, butpointed in a straight line at the next distant light.At the third light, he found where they had jumped Max.They had hurthim, pouring his blood out onto the moldy carpet.Judging from the number ofkicked-over chairs, torn, rotting carpeting, and smears of blood, it had been along wrestling fight.Max's trench coat lay in a rumpled heap on the floor,surrounded by a halo of Max's belongings.His wallet, the cash gone but the creditcards intact.Ukiah slipped it into his own pocket.Car keys.Those too he pickedup.Random electronic gadgets that Max forever had stuffed into his pocketsthose Ukiah left behind.One, however, was a small mag flash light, which Ukiahused to spot the other belongings.Max's black suede PDA case blended into thebackground so well that Ukiah almost missed it.So did the case of Max's stashgun.Ukiah snatched them up, hoping that, while he worried over Max'sbelongings, Max himself wasn't being killed elsewhere.The blood, though, wasfrom yesterday, old and dried.He did a quick last sweep, bending down to run the light under the still-standing row of chairs.There he found the remote key.He picked it up, shakinghis head.Max had to have thrown it under the chairs while they had wrestled himto the ground.The near cave darkness had cloaked the key from the Ontongard.Ukiah slipped it into his pocket, feeling like he had wasted too much time already.He found Max's blood trail and took off at a trot.***They had put Max in a ten-by-ten foot office converted into a cell.TheRomex line had been diverted to put a light into the room.The lock had beeninstalled recently, the sawdust on the floor still smelling of cut wood.Max hadbled on the floor, urinated in the corner, slept on one bare table.The room wasnow empty.The door leaned at a drunken angle, its hinges popped off but itsdead bolt still locked.The dust layering the information desk beside the door hadbeen disturbed; guns and the cured leather of holsters had been placed on the topaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rand removed.Where was Max?Ukiah clung to the knowledge that the door had been forced from theinside.Max had probably escaped and, hopefully, had even recovered hisweapons that had been stacked by the door.Ukiah searched the floor for a bloodtrail out, but Max had stopped bleeding.Taking out the flashlight, Ukiah sweptthe area.Across the wide hall, he noticed a sparkle of glass.He crossed the hall,keeping the light trained on the item until he saw it clearly.He moaned in pain.A hypodermic syringe gleamed on the dark carpeting.He didn't want totouch it, learn its truths.He forced himself to pick it up.Max's blood tipped theneedle.He pulled out the plunger and ran the tip of his pinkie on the inside edge.The ghost impression of Ukiah's blood coated the inside of the syringe.TheOntongard had found a human to make into Ukiah's Get.Ukiah clutched the syringe tightly until it shattered in his hand, drivingtiny slivers of glass into his palm.It was useless to deny it.The Ontongard had injected Max a full day ago.His Max was dead, gone, wiped clean and replaced with a copy of himself.Even ifMax's body was walking, his soul was gone.CHAPTER TENWednesday, June 24, 2004Moon Township, PennsylvaniaUkiah sat, grief-stricken, bordering on forever.Max was dead.Ukiahcouldn't function, couldn't think, could barely even breathe.He thought he knewgrief, but this was too huge and awful for him to even see the edges of it.Eventually he realized that he had held a palmful of blood that had slowlychanged into a mouse.Whiskers fine as spider legs tickled his fingers, searchingfor food.He numbly plucked out the shards of glass and reabsorbed the mouse.What should he do? He had lost the race this time, lost it so badly hecouldn't find the finish line.What should he do?He got to his feet.He would have to find his missing Get.Follow with yoursoul, Bear had told him.Ukiah closed his eyes and felt for the distant echo ofhimself.Forward and up, the shadow of his soul was impossible to miss.aaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r r***Max made one mean Get.Ukiah found the site of the first gunfight in Baggage Claim Area C.Maxhadn't been hit; none of his blood stained the floor.He had unloaded his SIG-Sauer P210 into three Gets from the cover of a half wall that separated Area Cfrom Area B.The spent 9mm rounds glittered on the dark floor.The short wallwas peppered with shotgun pellets from the Gets' weapons.The Gets lay drainedof blood and covered with anxious mice.The nine rounds from the Sauer weresplit evenly between the Gets.Max had reloaded, dropping the empty, expensivemagazine on the ground in a clear indication of his mindset he wasn't worryingabout coming back out of the terminal [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]