tz.cobra strike-第60节
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〃Oh？〃 Winward said。 〃Then enlighten us。〃
Moff glared at him but remained silent。 〃The details don't matter；〃 McKinley shrugged。 〃What matters is that the mojos have a vested interest in keeping their hunters…that's you…alive； and that they possess enough telepathic ability to back up their wishes。 If they think you don't have a chance against us； they won't let you fight。〃 He waved a hand。 〃The reactions toward us here in the village are all the proof we need。〃
〃Oh； are they？〃 Moff spat。 He seemed to be rapidly losing control； Justin noted uneasily。 Were McKinley's assertions really so hard for him to take？ Or was this perhaps simply the first waking moment Moff had had in years without a mojo by his side？ A mojo keeping his human aggression under control。。。。 〃Then what do you say about the fighters waiting to sweep down on you twenty kilometers north of here？ Are they unable to fight？〃 He jabbed a finger at McKinley。 〃The villagers have a fear of you based on superstition…our fighters aren't so handicapped。 And once we've proved you can be beaten…as we will within hours…the fear the mojos sense and are paralyzing them with will be gone。 The next time you return； you'll find a world united to oppose you。〃
〃You don't think the mojos will try and save your lives？〃 McKinley asked。
Moff smiled thinly。 〃They will protect us； certainly… by tearing the flesh from your bones in battle。 This conversation is at an end。〃
Winward and McKinley exchanged glances； and the latter nodded fractionally。 〃All right； if that's the way you want it；〃 Winward said。 〃We'll be out of your way within those few hours you mentioned； and if we're lucky； we won't have to e back。〃
〃It doesn't matter if you do or not；〃 Moff said quietly 。。； and to Justin his voice had the feel of an open grave about it。 〃We will rediscover the secret of star travel someday。 And we will then e and find you。〃
Winward's lips pressed and his eyes sought Justin's。 〃Return his mojo and escort him outside。 He can stay with the rest of the villagers until we're ready to leave。〃
Justin nodded and indicated the door。 Wordlessly； Moff strode past him and out into the hall； where he waited until Justin had brought him his mojo； still entangled in its net。 〃Just unwrap it carefully and the bird won't be hurt；〃 he told the Qasaman； handing the creature into the other's arms。
Moff nodded； once； and stalked to the door。 Justin watched him walk down the street toward the civilian holding area； then returned to the office。 〃He's on his way to the square；〃 he told Winward。
The older Cobra nodded； his attention clearly elsewhere。 〃。；。 All right。 If you're ready； so are we；〃 he said toward his pendant。 〃You'll get outrider…one moving？ 。。。 Good。 Justin's here； I'll just go ahead
and take charge of him。 ETAs？ 。。。 Fifteen and twenty； got it。 Good luck。〃
〃Well？〃 McKinley asked。
〃The Dewdrop's on its way；〃 Winward said tightly。 〃It'll drop into the central square in about fifteen minutes。〃
〃The Dewdrop？〃 Justin frowned。 〃Why's it ing down？〃
〃Because the Menssana would take longer to get here and be subject to attack the whole way。〃 Winward turned to McKinley。 〃All the sensor collars off？〃
〃And packed for loading； along with the rest of the gear。〃 The other picked up a small box that had been resting on the low table。 〃This is the last of it right here。〃
〃Okay； Get your people to the square。〃 Winward tapped his pendant as McKinley headed for the door。 〃Dorjay？ It's a go。。。。 Right； fifteen minutes。 Get the people out and set up a perimeter to protect it。 Watch out for Moff particularly…he's not nearly as impressed as the rest of them； and there are guns lying around he might pick up。。 。。 Good。 Diversion's due in just under twenty…we'll need to be ready to go then。。。。 Okay。 Out。〃
Dropping his hand； he looked at Justin。 〃Let's get moving…you and I are going to be part of the helicopter defense； and we need to be at the wall when they figure out what's going on。〃
〃And then what？〃 Justin asked quietly。 〃The Dewdrop can't possibly carry all of us。〃
Winward gave him a tight smile。 〃That's sometimes what rearguards are for； you know： to stay behind。 e on； let's hit the wall and find some good positions to shoot from。〃
〃Okay； start easing back；〃 Pyre murmured into his mike。 〃No noise； and be sure you're out of sight of the Qasamans before hitting the road。〃
There were answering murmurs in his ear； and Pyre shifted his attention to the knot of troops facing him twenty meters away。 He'd agreed to stay within sight as a sort of exchange hostage while Moff was in the village 。。。 which meant that when the timer ran down on this one he would have to be gone before the Qasamans decided to start shooting。 Activating his auditory enhancers； he tried to listen for the excited voices that would mean the Dewdrop had been spotted。
The shouts； centered on the Qasamans〃 lead car； erupted barely two minutes later； and Pyre was racing through the trees before anyone thought to take a shot at him。 With the need for stealth gone； he made straight for the road； where better footing would let him use his leg servos to best advantage。 From behind came an explosion as the Qasamans destroyed the tree that blocked their path。 Slowing as he passed the last of their prepared trees； Pyre sent it crashing down behind him； a move that should put the ground troops out of the game for good。 Pushing his pace to the limit； he watched the sky for both the descending Dewdrop and the Qasamans〃 inevitable aerial response。
From his vantage point the events occurred simultaneously。 Far ahead the glittering shape of the small starship dropped rapidly against the blue sky as； overhead； three small helicopters screamed southward to the attack。 A hard lump rose into Pyre's throat as He watched them disappear behind the tree…tops。 They were； as York had predicted； modified civilian craft 。。。 but the Cobras〃 brief tangle with them had showed them well worth taking seriously。
He kept running。 Far ahead the roar of the helicopters〃 engines changed pitch as they reached the village。 Small explosions came faintly over the wind in his ears and； once； the sort of blast he remembered from the helicopter they'd shot down over the barricade。 He wondered who had pulled it off this time； and whether the Cobra had lived through it。 Blinking the tears from his eyes； he squinted against the wind and kept going。
And suddenly it was all over。 A great roiling pillar of black smoke rose above the trees； and seconds later the Dewdrop shot out of it like a missile from its launcher。 The two remaining helicopters climbed after it； but their weapons weren't designed to fire straight up and the Dewdrop's gravity lifts were more than adequate to maintain the starship's lead。 The three craft became points of reflected light in the sky 。。。 and then were just two spots。
The Dewdrop； gleaner…team's scientists aboard； had escaped。 Leaving the Cobras behind。
Ahead； someone stepped from the trees along the road and gave Pyre a quick wave before retreating to cover again。 Pyre slowed and joined him。 〃Any trouble？〃 the other Cobra asked。
Pyre shook his head。 〃They're at least ten minutes behind me。 Any sign of our escort yet？〃
The other grinned。 〃Sure。 Just listen。〃
Pyre notched up his enhancers。 In the distance he could hear a low rumble； acpanied by a well…remembered snuffling。 〃Right on schedule。 Everyone ready？〃
〃This end is； anyway。 I presume gleaner…team's Cobras made it out while everyone was blinded by the smokescreen。〃
〃And were all busy assuming the Cobras were going inward instead of owfward；〃 Pyre nodded。 This would be a whole lot easier if the Qasamans thought everyone had escaped in the Dewdrop。
The rumbling was getting closer。。。。
And then； across the road； they burst out of the woods： a bololin herd； running for all it was worth。 A big herd； Pyre saw； the far end of its leading edge lost beyond a curve in the road and the dust of its own passage。 Maybe a thousand animals in all 。。。 and among all those warm bodies； hidden from sight by all that dust； forty Cobras would hardly be noticeable。 Even if someone thought to look。
The leading edge had passed； the herd's flanks perhaps twenty meters away。 Turning； Pyre and the other Cobra began to pace them； drifting closer to the herd as they ran until they were perhaps four meters away。 Glances ahead and behind showed the rest of outrider…one joining the flow。 At the herd's opposite flank； if all had gone well； the gleaner…team Cobras were doing likewise。
And for the next few hours； they should all be reasonably safe。 After that…
After that； the Menssana lay three hundred kilometers almost dead ahead； presumably still unnoticed by the planetary authorities。 If it could stay that way for the next six hours； the Cobras would be aboard and the ship in orbit long before any aircraft could be scrambled to intercept it。
Theoretically； anyway。 Pyre settled his legs into a rhythmic pace； letting his servos take as much of the load as possible。 Personally； he would be happy if things even came close。
And in this case； they did。
Chapter 30
They listened in silence as McKinley went through his presentation； and when
