head
drooped on his chest. A trail of saliva dribbled down his chin and onto his
torn shirtfront. Charlie swallowed. His only hope of escape looked utterly
defeated.
The escorting
fringe told the skinhead to open the cage. She was female and had skin the
colour of pink jelly beans. She wore the same gaudy uniform and ridiculous
hairstyle, and yet she seemed somehow different to the other soldiers Charlie
had seen.
Her turquoise eyes lacked the emotionless
determination he had observed in the eyes of the others. And instead of
revealing a flat chested, athletic frame, her tight uniform wrapped itself
around a body that had more curves than a Curly Wurly factory.
Charlie stared
at her open mouthed, his eyes straining to take her all in. Then he remembered
how Bork had looked at him, and looked away, ashamed at himself.
The two
skin-headed guards reacted in much the same way Charlie had. They stood there
goggling the pink-skinned soldier as if at any moment her uniform would
evaporate and reveal what lay beneath it.
"What are
you staring at?" She said. "You heard the orders. Open the
cage."
The harsh tone
shook the guards out of their drooling stances. Their faces blanched and they
snapped to attention. While one guard stepped behind Bei, the other rushed to
the cage and activated its lock.
The cell door
opened, but instead of stepping out of the way to let the guard push Bei inside,
the pink-skinned fringe dropped to her knees. She whipped out a triangular
chunk of metal from her belt and slid it at the open cell door. A light flashed
within it and the metal slice shot towards the base of the door. The two
skinheads followed its path, looks of confusion etched across their pale faces.
The metal piece wedged
itself tightly underneath the door, locking it in place. The guard by the lock
finally figured something was wrong, and spun around, only to find himself
staring into the end of a rifle.
"Drop your
weapons and get on your knees," the pink woman said in the same commanding
tone.
The guard behind
Bei, however, had other ideas. He went for his gun. But the fringe reacted with
lightening speed. She swung out with her rifle, smashing its butt into the
skinhead's throat. He dropped to the floor, clutching his neck.
Then with the
poise and finesse of a test cricketer she swung the rifle in an easy swing that
ended against the man's left temple. The light in his eyes extinguished and he dropped,
unconscious, at Bei's feet.
"Nice
work," Bei said, kicking the skinhead's rifle away.
The other guard,
stood frozen by the open cell door. He glanced down at his felled colleague.
When he raised his head, the pink-skinned soldier pressed her rifle barrel
firmly against his pale nostrils. "Drop your weapons and get to your
knees."
The skinhead,
his eyes brimming with malignancy, did as he was told.
The inmates
roared in approval, punching the air with their fists and whooping heartily.
Charlie couldn't resist joining in. The sight of the open door and kneeling
guards had brought a smile to his lips.
Outside the
cell, the pink-skinned soldier had her rifle trained on the guard. Without
removing him from her sights, she stepped behind Bei, and with her free hand
undid his restraints, attaching them to her belt.
The blue man
massaged his hands. He turned his amber eyes to the inmates, to the skinhead on
the floor and then back to the prisoners. Charlie followed Bei's glance and
looked around him at the faces of the prisoners. They looked hungry for blood.
"So,"
Bei said, smiling, his eyebrows raised. "What shall I do with these
two?"
All around
Charlie, the inmates burst into life, surging forward to the open door. But out
of respect, or fear, for Bei they stopped just short of it.
"Kill
them," one screamed.
"Rip their
fucking heads off," called another.
"Shove
those tubes up their Corporation arseholes." This last scream, Charlie
noticed, came from the Lucozade woman. Two turen males were supporting her, so
that she
drooped on his chest. A trail of saliva dribbled down his chin and onto his
torn shirtfront. Charlie swallowed. His only hope of escape looked utterly
defeated.
The escorting
fringe told the skinhead to open the cage. She was female and had skin the
colour of pink jelly beans. She wore the same gaudy uniform and ridiculous
hairstyle, and yet she seemed somehow different to the other soldiers Charlie
had seen.
Her turquoise eyes lacked the emotionless
determination he had observed in the eyes of the others. And instead of
revealing a flat chested, athletic frame, her tight uniform wrapped itself
around a body that had more curves than a Curly Wurly factory.
Charlie stared
at her open mouthed, his eyes straining to take her all in. Then he remembered
how Bork had looked at him, and looked away, ashamed at himself.
The two
skin-headed guards reacted in much the same way Charlie had. They stood there
goggling the pink-skinned soldier as if at any moment her uniform would
evaporate and reveal what lay beneath it.
"What are
you staring at?" She said. "You heard the orders. Open the
cage."
The harsh tone
shook the guards out of their drooling stances. Their faces blanched and they
snapped to attention. While one guard stepped behind Bei, the other rushed to
the cage and activated its lock.
The cell door
opened, but instead of stepping out of the way to let the guard push Bei inside,
the pink-skinned fringe dropped to her knees. She whipped out a triangular
chunk of metal from her belt and slid it at the open cell door. A light flashed
within it and the metal slice shot towards the base of the door. The two
skinheads followed its path, looks of confusion etched across their pale faces.
The metal piece wedged
itself tightly underneath the door, locking it in place. The guard by the lock
finally figured something was wrong, and spun around, only to find himself
staring into the end of a rifle.
"Drop your
weapons and get on your knees," the pink woman said in the same commanding
tone.
The guard behind
Bei, however, had other ideas. He went for his gun. But the fringe reacted with
lightening speed. She swung out with her rifle, smashing its butt into the
skinhead's throat. He dropped to the floor, clutching his neck.
Then with the
poise and finesse of a test cricketer she swung the rifle in an easy swing that
ended against the man's left temple. The light in his eyes extinguished and he dropped,
unconscious, at Bei's feet.
"Nice
work," Bei said, kicking the skinhead's rifle away.
The other guard,
stood frozen by the open cell door. He glanced down at his felled colleague.
When he raised his head, the pink-skinned soldier pressed her rifle barrel
firmly against his pale nostrils. "Drop your weapons and get to your
knees."
The skinhead,
his eyes brimming with malignancy, did as he was told.
The inmates
roared in approval, punching the air with their fists and whooping heartily.
Charlie couldn't resist joining in. The sight of the open door and kneeling
guards had brought a smile to his lips.
Outside the
cell, the pink-skinned soldier had her rifle trained on the guard. Without
removing him from her sights, she stepped behind Bei, and with her free hand
undid his restraints, attaching them to her belt.
The blue man
massaged his hands. He turned his amber eyes to the inmates, to the skinhead on
the floor and then back to the prisoners. Charlie followed Bei's glance and
looked around him at the faces of the prisoners. They looked hungry for blood.
"So,"
Bei said, smiling, his eyebrows raised. "What shall I do with these
two?"
All around
Charlie, the inmates burst into life, surging forward to the open door. But out
of respect, or fear, for Bei they stopped just short of it.
"Kill
them," one screamed.
"Rip their
fucking heads off," called another.
"Shove
those tubes up their Corporation arseholes." This last scream, Charlie
noticed, came from the Lucozade woman. Two turen males were supporting her, so
that she
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