attacked by several of the naysayers.
As the victorious “Slime-Faction” delegates (that’s what Rock called those who opposed him) slapped each other on the back in happiness, the Rock Team took the exit behind the dais. This exit was also being used by Mary Smart and her friend Chairman McGrugle.
Rockson brushed hard against the chairman as he passed him, and McGrugle lost his balance. The Chairman fell on his butt. Mary Smart rushed to help him up, saying, “Oh! Is my honey bunny hurt? Did that bad, bad man—”
Rock snickered along with McCaughlin, Detroit, and the others as they shuffled by their enemies. “Rockson, you shouldn’t have done that,” Chen admonished. But he also half-laughed.
Archer slammed Rockson’s back with his ham-hock-sized palm and said, “Meee like that!”
Six
S checter was out in the corridor already, for he was determined to speak to Rockson and had come around the long way.
“How the hell did you get here so fast?” Rock asked.
“My high-speed artificial legs! I can go forty miles per hour.” Schecter’s legs had been blown off years ago in a Soviet attack. The scientist had created unique artificial limbs to compensate. They were, he claimed, better than the originals. “Listen Rock, normally I abide by council decisions. But not this time.” He drew Rockson aside from his men and leaned over to whisper in Rock’s ears, “Be at the southwest gate of the city at 9 A.M. with your men and some good weapons. I’ll bring—well, you’ll see. The less you know now, the better. If we succeed in saving the earth, I want to be the only one who is shot for treason. If we don’t save it, there’s no problem about that. I’ll try to arrange for the plane, but there will be difficulties. Bring seven days’ trek gear. You and your team might have to walk to the rocket.”
Rock raised his eyebrows. “You want us to walk to the MILIS? Impossible.”
“C.J. will bring the ’brids, if he can,” Schecter said. “I’ll tell him how important it is to bring Snorter, your horse. But well all be watched tonight—especially you, Rock. So you do nothing until 8 A.M. I’ll create a diversion then and you can gather your equipment then.”
“Will you get me the nuke device?” Rock asked. “They’ll surely guard the nuke materials in the storage depot with redoubled force, expecting a try at them.”
“Don’t worry,” Schecter smiled knowingly.
Rock went back to his men and told them something was up. He gave a few instructions as to what supplies to gather. Then Rockson told them to get some shut-eye. He instinctively started walking toward his room. Would Rona still be there? No . . . she was working the graveyard shift in the chem analysis department. They were working overtime, trying for a way to defeat a stubborn problem with the water recycling units.
He fingered the apartment key in his pocket. Charity’s key. Hmmm. The earth was three weeks from destruction . . . this was no time to sleep alone. Besides, it would be easier to go about his business in the morning if they didn’t know where he was tonight. Besides, Charity’s looks gave him a real hard-on, that was for sure. Rock decided to head for her room.
He knocked lightly on Nurse Charity’s blue door and got no answer. Then he used the key. As he entered, she switched on a dim lamp near the bed and sat up so the sheets slipped off her large, firm breasts. Her pink nipples looked succulent.
“It’s a little late,” Rock admitted. “So if you want, I could leave and—”
“No! Don’t leave. Come here. I’m glad you decided to see me,” she insisted. He noticed she had red silk sheets.
“Are you naked?” Rock pulled off the covers entirely and saw that she slept with nothing on but her gold jewelry. She also had a few tattoos, the ones she’d teased him about having. There were many, and they were very patriotic. Imagine: tattoos depicting the faces of all presidents! He kissed each of
As the victorious “Slime-Faction” delegates (that’s what Rock called those who opposed him) slapped each other on the back in happiness, the Rock Team took the exit behind the dais. This exit was also being used by Mary Smart and her friend Chairman McGrugle.
Rockson brushed hard against the chairman as he passed him, and McGrugle lost his balance. The Chairman fell on his butt. Mary Smart rushed to help him up, saying, “Oh! Is my honey bunny hurt? Did that bad, bad man—”
Rock snickered along with McCaughlin, Detroit, and the others as they shuffled by their enemies. “Rockson, you shouldn’t have done that,” Chen admonished. But he also half-laughed.
Archer slammed Rockson’s back with his ham-hock-sized palm and said, “Meee like that!”
Six
S checter was out in the corridor already, for he was determined to speak to Rockson and had come around the long way.
“How the hell did you get here so fast?” Rock asked.
“My high-speed artificial legs! I can go forty miles per hour.” Schecter’s legs had been blown off years ago in a Soviet attack. The scientist had created unique artificial limbs to compensate. They were, he claimed, better than the originals. “Listen Rock, normally I abide by council decisions. But not this time.” He drew Rockson aside from his men and leaned over to whisper in Rock’s ears, “Be at the southwest gate of the city at 9 A.M. with your men and some good weapons. I’ll bring—well, you’ll see. The less you know now, the better. If we succeed in saving the earth, I want to be the only one who is shot for treason. If we don’t save it, there’s no problem about that. I’ll try to arrange for the plane, but there will be difficulties. Bring seven days’ trek gear. You and your team might have to walk to the rocket.”
Rock raised his eyebrows. “You want us to walk to the MILIS? Impossible.”
“C.J. will bring the ’brids, if he can,” Schecter said. “I’ll tell him how important it is to bring Snorter, your horse. But well all be watched tonight—especially you, Rock. So you do nothing until 8 A.M. I’ll create a diversion then and you can gather your equipment then.”
“Will you get me the nuke device?” Rock asked. “They’ll surely guard the nuke materials in the storage depot with redoubled force, expecting a try at them.”
“Don’t worry,” Schecter smiled knowingly.
Rock went back to his men and told them something was up. He gave a few instructions as to what supplies to gather. Then Rockson told them to get some shut-eye. He instinctively started walking toward his room. Would Rona still be there? No . . . she was working the graveyard shift in the chem analysis department. They were working overtime, trying for a way to defeat a stubborn problem with the water recycling units.
He fingered the apartment key in his pocket. Charity’s key. Hmmm. The earth was three weeks from destruction . . . this was no time to sleep alone. Besides, it would be easier to go about his business in the morning if they didn’t know where he was tonight. Besides, Charity’s looks gave him a real hard-on, that was for sure. Rock decided to head for her room.
He knocked lightly on Nurse Charity’s blue door and got no answer. Then he used the key. As he entered, she switched on a dim lamp near the bed and sat up so the sheets slipped off her large, firm breasts. Her pink nipples looked succulent.
“It’s a little late,” Rock admitted. “So if you want, I could leave and—”
“No! Don’t leave. Come here. I’m glad you decided to see me,” she insisted. He noticed she had red silk sheets.
“Are you naked?” Rock pulled off the covers entirely and saw that she slept with nothing on but her gold jewelry. She also had a few tattoos, the ones she’d teased him about having. There were many, and they were very patriotic. Imagine: tattoos depicting the faces of all presidents! He kissed each of
Similar Books
