Doctor Who_ Combat Rock - Mick Lewis [100]
Rubbing his bruised throat, and sheepishly trying not to look at Wemus or Wina again, the blond man had spotted a bone knife dropped by one of Tigus’s men in their disarray.
Now he found an outlet for his frustration, and leaping up, jammed it between a guard’s shoulder blades as the rebel peered out of the window, and leaned on it hard. The guerrilla dropped his rifle. Drew caught it, let the OPG rebel fall.
The other three guards were turning. Drew shot one in the groin. Ejected the spent shell, shot another in his left eye. The third backed away stupidly as Drew ejected. The rebel lugged the door open in his panic and bolted, colliding with Twist outside. There was a bark of Luger fire and the guard re-entered the room, his head half-shorn away.
Bad acid, man.
the baddest
scored it on a satellite off Jenggel before they hauled in.
Been saving it for combat. Best time, man. Psychedelic jungle, man: combat trip.
The flames frenzy of beauty caressing the trees painting the skies. Smoke toke poke an eye hell baby. Laughing at it all on the inside of course dying out on the outside where it mattered no frock no cock
no combat rock.
Look at my fingers man. Fingers of a fiddler angler looking for fish right from the trees, see em grow there man but they’re dying cos they got no air. Wham bam thank you man, and another one bites the dust. Who? Saw? Grave?
More? Pan coming.
Cominggggggg angggggryyy oggggre, chill out, man, you got hell head up there
hello.
‘Hello...?
Pan stopped in front of Twist, who was wandering around in circles talking to himself outside the temple. His chemical-blasted eyes fused with Pan’s long enough for the pilot to recognize him and frame his greeting.
‘Guess what, Twist? There ain’t no miracles.’ Pan shot him through the head and dragged Victoria into the temple.
He scanned the interior, Luger swinging to cover any potential flicker of aggression.
Two Papuls, one Indoni female, and...
‘All right, Pan.’ Drew was holding a projectile rifle, pointing it at the other three. ‘Took your time getting here.’
Pan said nothing.
‘You know him?’ Victoria asked Drew in amazement and disgust.
‘Course I do, dozy bitch.’ Drew looked proud of the association. ‘I’m one of the boys. Sent on a special mission to locate the Krallik, posing as a tourist, deep in OPG territory.
Bound to get caught now, weren’t we? All part of the plan.
Got a signal activator hidden up my backside for when I found him. I’m one of ‘em. One of the boys.’
Pan smiled. Said nothing.
‘Upstairs, Pan. The Krallik’s upstairs.’ Drew pointed at the ladder leading to the hatch in the ceiling.
Pan shot him too. Drew’s fried body hit the bamboo floor next to Kepennis, who raised his head as if from a long doze.
‘Did you really think you were one of the boys?’ Pan grinned and tutted. ‘That’s... quite funny.’
He looked up at the hatch. He beamed at the hostages, poked Victoria with his Luger. ‘What are we waiting for?
Let’s see if the Krallik wants to come out to play.’
‘I’m afraid you’re beaten, Krallik,’ the Doctor said. The sounds of battle were not so concentrated now, but the roar of flames eating the jungle was becoming increasingly louder.
‘Afraid...? You should be afraid,’ the Krallik whispered hoarsely. ‘Independence Day is here...’
‘Independence Day?’ The Doctor looked nervously behind him as smoke began to ease through the cracks in the temple walls. Maybe Tigus had gone out to help protect the temple, and was no longer guarding the antechamber. He edged slowly backwards.
‘... is coming. The gods declared it should be so.’ The Krallik rocked more slowly now, as if the composite monstrosity were focusing its emotions. ‘They foretold this dry season would mark an end to Indoni rule and offworld influence in Papul. This season my land reverts to its people.