Christian Fletcher [The Left Leftovers (epub)

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.I used to watch people use their pin numbers at banks…look never mind, just put the damn numbers in.”“What was the number?” Smith was having desperate trouble keeping alert.He noticed the faces of his other comrades pressed against their respective cell windows.All had a look of hope in their eyes.“5-2-1-2,” Eazy yelled in slow time.“Got it,” Finn said and moved towards the keypad.“Hey, slow down, big fella,” Smith grunted.“Move nice and slow.”Finn punched in the combination and the cell doors mechanically opened outwards.Eazy, Rosenberg, Julia and Batfish with Spot in her arms raced into the lobby.Batfish stood on tip toe and kissed Smith on the cheek.“You okay, man? You don’t look too good,” Eazy said, frowning at Smith’s disheveled, blood soaked garments.“I’ll tell you later,” Smith sighed.“In the meantime, I suggest we try and get the fuck away from this place.”“What’s wrong with Brett?” Rosenberg asked, horrified.“He’s not turning into a zombie or anything is he?”Wilde rocked slightly from side to side, mumbling incoherently.His face was deathly white and his eyes stared vacantly into space.I don’t know who changed the plan.I thought we were going to the circus.Now someone changed the video or DVD.Other people were here now.People I thought I knew from long ago.Or were they people I’d played a computer game with.No, they were people in a video game I’d played! I was in a computer game but I didn’t have the controller to move myself around.Why couldn’t I move? I’m useless at this game.I want to play another one.“He’s been given a sedative,” Finn stammered.“Hopefully, he’ll be okay soon.”“Only hopefully?” Batfish hissed.“You evil bastards.”“What shot did you give him? He looks in a bad way,” Rosenberg asked.“We gave him a shot of mescaline,” Finn sighed.“I’m sorry but we didn’t want him to suffer.”“What the hell is mescaline?” Batfish asked, her face screwed up in a combination of revulsion and anger.“And what do you mean by not letting him suffer?”“It’s a hallucinogen not unlike LSD, used for psychiatric research,” Finn explained.“Jesus, how long is he going to be in this state for?” Batfish asked.“Probably about twelve hours,” Finn sheepishly admitted.“This is all very interesting but don’t you all think we should be trying to get the hell out of here, people,” Smith sighed.His body strained to hold himself upright.“Do you want me to take over on the rifle?” Eazy asked.“No, I’m okay,” Smith lied.He trusted Eazy with the weapon but had to see this through, whether it ended in success or failure.“If I start to wilt you grab the shooter, Eazy.I’ve a feeling Podolski won’t be too thrilled to let us walk out of here.”“You’re making a big mistake,” the doctor barked.“Podolski will kill us all before we take one step out of this building.”“Well, it’s better to die trying,” Smith snorted.“Which way is the exit?”“We came down that stairway,” Rosenberg pointed to the steep staircase.Smith groaned.He had enough trouble walking on level ground without climbing several flights of steps.“We can go back to the elevator,” Finn chirped.“It’ll take us to the exit level.”“We won’t all fit in there in one go,” the doctor spat.“We’ll have to give it a go,” Eazy said.“If we split up, Podolski and his men will hunt us down like dogs.”They agreed to Finn’s suggestion and traipsed along the corridor back to the elevator.Somehow they managed to squeeze into the small area and Finn pushed the button to the exit level.“Hold onto your hats, guys,” Smith said as the elevator ascended.“This may get hairy.”Chapter Thirty-NineThe elevator pinged before the doors slid open.Smith pushed the doctor out into the building entrance lobby.Two soldiers stood casually by the glass entrance doors and immediately sprung to attention, wielding their rifles in the direction of the elevator.One of the soldiers was about a foot taller than the other and both wore black respirators to help mask the stench of bodies piled around the lobby.The taller one spluttered for back up into his radio mike clipped onto his shoulder.“Stop right there,” the smaller soldier barked.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”Two bad guys came towards us and I needed to shoot them.I couldn’t move and I didn’t have a weapon.Turn this game off, I can’t play anymore.“Take one more step forward and I’ll blow this motherfuckers head off,” Smith yelled back.The two soldiers stopped.They were shocked and a little scared of Smith’s blood soaked appearance and the crazy look in his eyes.With adrenalin pumping through his body, Smith kept moving slowly towards the glass double fronted doors, still pushing the sweating doctor in front of him.The others followed behind in a vertical line.The sky was dark outside the glass doors.The soldiers retreated in backward steps, keeping their rifles trained on the oncoming entourage.“Back up will be here any minute,” the smaller soldier warned.“You won’t be getting out of here alive.”“Nor will you if you don’t shut your mouth,” Smith growled.He wanted to get to the exit doors before any more of Podolski’s men showed up but he had to take it slowly.Any sudden movements could lead to a panicky shoot out and once the doc was hit, there were no more bargaining chips to play with.“Put down that weapon immediately.”Smith turned his head and saw Podolski, flanked by around ten men, standing on the staircase behind them.The soldiers kept in a crouching stance and crept down the stairs towards the lobby.“Shit,” Smith spat.Now things were going to get more intense.There would be bloodshed.Podolski marched down the steps, his face red in fury.Smith swung the doctor around 360 degrees on the axis of the rifle to face the onrushing colonel as he reached the bottom of the staircase.“Stay where you are, Podolski,” Smith boomed.Podolski slowed but didn’t stop encroaching.“Listen to me, you asshole.We need to find a cure for this fucking disease and you are hampering government efforts to find that cure [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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