'Beg pardon, sir,' one said. His eyes were very, very blue. Clark blinked. Why were they holding him up? 'You looked like you were about to fall.'
Legs'Clark's legs'stretched out before him, connected to him only in the most metaphysical sense. His body reeled, his head was wrapped in felt. He had hit the wall. There was only so much fear and exhaustion a man in his sixties could handle. Fighting himself he regained control. He was more afraid of further humiliation than he was of exhaustive collapse.
'Yes, soldier, I see that' I'm fine now, though, so''
Metal clashed to the floor behind them, a bright, jangling, piercing sound. Clark turned his head and saw Desiree Sanchez standing up. Her neck had ragged holes in it. She had knocked over the instrument tray: one scalpel had fallen into her foot and stood there quivering, sticking out of her uniform shoe. The goggles had gotten themselves wrapped around her ears in such a way that they occluded one of her eyes. The other one was blank. Her mouth opened, showing teeth stained with blood.
Clark reached down and grabbed at the belt of the blue-eyed MP. Ignoring his own order he came up with the soldier's weapon and fired one shot right through the middle of Sanchez' head. For the second time in as many minutes she fell to the ground, lifeless.
'I'm going to retire to my room now,' he told the younger men standing with him. 'I think I need to get some sleep.'
Monster Nation
Chapter Seven
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Nilla picked at a curl of paint on the side of the shack. It came loose in her hand and she rattled it around in her fist, then threw it away from her, out into the scrub brush by the propane tank. She couldn't stand just waiting around but what else did she have to do? Eventually Singletary would give in. Eventually he would tell her what she wanted to know.
She heard him whimpering in her head, even through the wall of the shack. Begging her to go, to stay, to listen to him. He kept prattling on about his guilty man and some place up in the mountains'probably a hallucination he'd had from being out in the desert too long. She didn't give it much credence, since he was obviously crazy. Her presence was terrorizing him but she knew she couldn't just leave. Not without getting something first.
Nilla, the guilty man' you are the one he's looking for' please, it's all up to you'he moaned. The fire' it will burn up the world.
Rage spiked up inside of her and she felt him curl like a moth in the middle of a bonfire. Her emotions pained him, excruciated him, she had discovered. Normally she tried to get control of herself, to consciously calm down when he screamed like that. This time was different'she had run out of patience. She fed her rage, stoked it until it blazed.
'I'm not working for anybody!' she shouted out loud. Her words rolled around the canyon, echoing like rippling explosions but they were far louder in her head. 'Nobody but myself. I am my own'' she struggled for the right word. Boss? Master? 'My own' woman!'
The word you're looking for is 'weapon,'she thought. No, somebody else thought that. It didn't sound like something Singletary would have said.
It wasn't me!he howled. Nilla! Don't'don't go up there! You have to listen to me first!
Images unfolded in her head. A landscape of rugged mountains topped with snow. A herd of huge animals'enormous beasts, reptiles lumbering across lichen-ringed rock. A ring of fire that spread outwards, rippling, engulfing the entire world.