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."We have a serious problem here.Suggestions wouldbe helpful, MissIndy.""We can probably move the tracks," the warrant officer answered with adesperate grimace."If they freeze up they're strong enough to break theplastic.Same on rotating the turret.But until the stuff sets, we can't usethe automatics to engage.And it could lock up barrel elevation.So we can'televate or depress.""So what do we do, Miss Indy?" Mitchell asked patiently."We need to avoid moving the sensors or the gun for about another twentyminutes, sir," the engineer said."We've got a control run problem with thegun anyway; I'm working on it.""Do we have any solvent?" Mitchell asked."I have a couple of five-gallon buckets," Indy admitted."But it would meanclimbing up on top and pouring it on the antennas.And I don't think I couldclear all the goop; we're either going to have to let it set or find a POLpoint that can dump gasoline all over us!""Pruitt, help the warrant," Mitchell said."After you put a round up the tube.Schmoo, get us the hell out of here.""Yes, sir!" the private said, engaging the treads."One foam-covered, screwedup, disarmedSheVa, getting the hell out of Dodge.""You want me to climb up on top of Bun-Bun while we're moving?" the gunner asked."Hopefully not," the major said, keying the mike to call the support units."But if you do, think of it as Torg and Riff on another adventure." After amoment's thought he started looking for the frequencies for Fourteen's ammotrucks; if they survived this they were going to need more than eight reloads."But she looks more like Zoe, sir," the gunner said with a shrug, hitting thekey to load the first round."And is it just me, or does anyone else find itodd calling her 'Miss Indy'?""Pruitt, shut up and go help the warrant." He shook his head and checked hisschematics again.The landers, now unopposed, were moving in a leisurelyfashion to silence all resistance in the valley."Just how much more screwedup is this day going to get?"* * *"Just how much more screwed up is this going to get?" Orostan asked, lookingat the mushroom cloud rising over the Gap."Pacalolstal, report!""I don't think Pacalostal is going to be reporting ever again, Oolt'ondai,"Cholosta'an said."Isuspect that most of the tenaral are gone.""Thrah nah toll!" Orostan cursed."Demons of Sky and Fire, Ihate humans!""Oh, this isn't too bad," Cholosta'an said philosophically."We've only losttwo ships, the Wall is down and most of the human soldiers are out of our way.This might actually speed things up.""The tenaral were to be used against the metal threshkreen as well," Orostansnarled.Page 193 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"We'll deal with them when we have to," Cholosta'an said with a flap ofresignation."We shall indeed," Orostan said."Very well; all ships proceed to the Gap.Time for phase two."CHAPTER 25Rabun Gap, GA, United States, Sol III1309 EDT Saturday September 26, 2009 adMajor Ryan pulled his fingers away from his ears and shook his head trying toclear the ringing."Iswear to God, one of these days I'll remember earplugs," he groaned."You okay, Major?" the specialist who shared the bunker with him asked."What?" Ryan yelled, standing up.The soldier sounded as if she was speakingfrom the bottom of a well."I asked if you were okay!" the specialist shouted, pulling earplugs out ofher ears."I'm, personally, a little shook up.""Fine," Ryan shouted back."Time to see if anything's left."One corner of the bunker had crumpled, but the rest was intact and the doorwaywas only partially blocked.Crawling through, Ryan looked out on a scene ofdevastation.The picturesque school on the top of the hill had been flattened down tostumps.The bricks of the school were scattered down the western slope of thehill along with various less identifiable bits.Ryan saw a few survivorscrawling out of bunkers or, in one incredible case, simply sitting up in thewreckage.But for all practical purposes the corps headquarters was gone.He wasn't surewhat might have happened to the three division headquarters, but from hisperspective it didn't really matter.The corps was for all practical purposesbound to rout, the only question was what he, personally, should do aboutthat.He looked down at the specialist who, having crawled out of the bunker was nowperched on it, looking around at the devastation with an expression ofinterest on her face."What's your specialty." He glanced at the nametag which read "Kitteket"and raised his eyebrows."Kitkay? Kitta.?""You have a problem with my name, Major?" the specialist yelled back with agrin."It's NativeAmerican.It's pronounced Kit-a-kutt.Not, and I want to be clear about this,notKittycat.""Okay," Ryan answered bemusedly."What the hell, my sergeant at Occoquan wasnamedLeon.""I'm a clerk typist, sir," the soldier replied loudly."You know, all theantimatter in that thing must not have gone up.Otherwise this bunker wouldhave collapsed like a tinfoil hut.""That's not usually the sort of thing that a clerk typist knows," Ryan pointedout.The motorpool fence had been shredded by the expanding shockwave so hewalked around the gate and through a gap."I read a lot of manuals.""Uh, huh.I guess that's why you made for the bunker when they startedpounding the SheVa?""You betcha," she answered with a grin."I helped build these things, the hellif I was gonna let 'em go to waste!""Well, if we're not all going to go to waste we need to beat feet," Ryancommented, striding down the hill."Where are you.we going?" she asked."And shouldn't we be.I dunno,organizing the defenders or something?"Page 194 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Nope," Ryan said."In just about five minutes it's going to sink in with mostof the support units that the Posleen are coming and nothing's gonna stop 'em.When that happens they're going to rout.And that means that all the roadswill be jammed."He pulled open the door of the first reasonably intact Humvee and tried tostart it.After he reset a breaker it cranked up."What we're going to do is head for the nearest ammo depot," he continued."Along the way we're going to pick up about four more bodies.And then we'regoing to head for the hills.""Like I thought," she said, getting in the other side."Running away.""Nope," he grinned."Hills where roads get steep.Because what we're going topick up at the ammo depot is all the explosives that will fit in this thing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."We have a serious problem here.Suggestions wouldbe helpful, MissIndy.""We can probably move the tracks," the warrant officer answered with adesperate grimace."If they freeze up they're strong enough to break theplastic.Same on rotating the turret.But until the stuff sets, we can't usethe automatics to engage.And it could lock up barrel elevation.So we can'televate or depress.""So what do we do, Miss Indy?" Mitchell asked patiently."We need to avoid moving the sensors or the gun for about another twentyminutes, sir," the engineer said."We've got a control run problem with thegun anyway; I'm working on it.""Do we have any solvent?" Mitchell asked."I have a couple of five-gallon buckets," Indy admitted."But it would meanclimbing up on top and pouring it on the antennas.And I don't think I couldclear all the goop; we're either going to have to let it set or find a POLpoint that can dump gasoline all over us!""Pruitt, help the warrant," Mitchell said."After you put a round up the tube.Schmoo, get us the hell out of here.""Yes, sir!" the private said, engaging the treads."One foam-covered, screwedup, disarmedSheVa, getting the hell out of Dodge.""You want me to climb up on top of Bun-Bun while we're moving?" the gunner asked."Hopefully not," the major said, keying the mike to call the support units."But if you do, think of it as Torg and Riff on another adventure." After amoment's thought he started looking for the frequencies for Fourteen's ammotrucks; if they survived this they were going to need more than eight reloads."But she looks more like Zoe, sir," the gunner said with a shrug, hitting thekey to load the first round."And is it just me, or does anyone else find itodd calling her 'Miss Indy'?""Pruitt, shut up and go help the warrant." He shook his head and checked hisschematics again.The landers, now unopposed, were moving in a leisurelyfashion to silence all resistance in the valley."Just how much more screwedup is this day going to get?"* * *"Just how much more screwed up is this going to get?" Orostan asked, lookingat the mushroom cloud rising over the Gap."Pacalolstal, report!""I don't think Pacalostal is going to be reporting ever again, Oolt'ondai,"Cholosta'an said."Isuspect that most of the tenaral are gone.""Thrah nah toll!" Orostan cursed."Demons of Sky and Fire, Ihate humans!""Oh, this isn't too bad," Cholosta'an said philosophically."We've only losttwo ships, the Wall is down and most of the human soldiers are out of our way.This might actually speed things up.""The tenaral were to be used against the metal threshkreen as well," Orostansnarled.Page 193 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"We'll deal with them when we have to," Cholosta'an said with a flap ofresignation."We shall indeed," Orostan said."Very well; all ships proceed to the Gap.Time for phase two."CHAPTER 25Rabun Gap, GA, United States, Sol III1309 EDT Saturday September 26, 2009 adMajor Ryan pulled his fingers away from his ears and shook his head trying toclear the ringing."Iswear to God, one of these days I'll remember earplugs," he groaned."You okay, Major?" the specialist who shared the bunker with him asked."What?" Ryan yelled, standing up.The soldier sounded as if she was speakingfrom the bottom of a well."I asked if you were okay!" the specialist shouted, pulling earplugs out ofher ears."I'm, personally, a little shook up.""Fine," Ryan shouted back."Time to see if anything's left."One corner of the bunker had crumpled, but the rest was intact and the doorwaywas only partially blocked.Crawling through, Ryan looked out on a scene ofdevastation.The picturesque school on the top of the hill had been flattened down tostumps.The bricks of the school were scattered down the western slope of thehill along with various less identifiable bits.Ryan saw a few survivorscrawling out of bunkers or, in one incredible case, simply sitting up in thewreckage.But for all practical purposes the corps headquarters was gone.He wasn't surewhat might have happened to the three division headquarters, but from hisperspective it didn't really matter.The corps was for all practical purposesbound to rout, the only question was what he, personally, should do aboutthat.He looked down at the specialist who, having crawled out of the bunker was nowperched on it, looking around at the devastation with an expression ofinterest on her face."What's your specialty." He glanced at the nametag which read "Kitteket"and raised his eyebrows."Kitkay? Kitta.?""You have a problem with my name, Major?" the specialist yelled back with agrin."It's NativeAmerican.It's pronounced Kit-a-kutt.Not, and I want to be clear about this,notKittycat.""Okay," Ryan answered bemusedly."What the hell, my sergeant at Occoquan wasnamedLeon.""I'm a clerk typist, sir," the soldier replied loudly."You know, all theantimatter in that thing must not have gone up.Otherwise this bunker wouldhave collapsed like a tinfoil hut.""That's not usually the sort of thing that a clerk typist knows," Ryan pointedout.The motorpool fence had been shredded by the expanding shockwave so hewalked around the gate and through a gap."I read a lot of manuals.""Uh, huh.I guess that's why you made for the bunker when they startedpounding the SheVa?""You betcha," she answered with a grin."I helped build these things, the hellif I was gonna let 'em go to waste!""Well, if we're not all going to go to waste we need to beat feet," Ryancommented, striding down the hill."Where are you.we going?" she asked."And shouldn't we be.I dunno,organizing the defenders or something?"Page 194 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Nope," Ryan said."In just about five minutes it's going to sink in with mostof the support units that the Posleen are coming and nothing's gonna stop 'em.When that happens they're going to rout.And that means that all the roadswill be jammed."He pulled open the door of the first reasonably intact Humvee and tried tostart it.After he reset a breaker it cranked up."What we're going to do is head for the nearest ammo depot," he continued."Along the way we're going to pick up about four more bodies.And then we'regoing to head for the hills.""Like I thought," she said, getting in the other side."Running away.""Nope," he grinned."Hills where roads get steep.Because what we're going topick up at the ammo depot is all the explosives that will fit in this thing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]