rstacy.doomsdaywarrior-第33节
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Mightily Rockson struggled with his bindings； smashing his awkwardly immobilized body again and again against the other bolted…down seats。 At last the sturdy metal of the chair gave way to the immense power of the Warrior from the Surface； and he shook off the pieces and together with Rona started making the rounds of the other Freefighters； managing to free most of them before the star； which had set for a brief time； rose again in the 〃southeast。〃
Again the false Antares started its randomly programmed death…ray crisscross of the seats。 Backs of chairs； seared in half； flopped to the floor smoking hot。
It got worse。 A second and a third star； blue…white Sirius and flickering Vega； also started sending out the concentrated thin beams of laser heat。 The crisscrossing beams were sure to hit one of them。 Those that had been helped free valiantly risked their own lives to unbind their panions； ignoring the personal danger。
McCaughlin and Archer didn't need any help tearing their chairs out of the floor once that strategy was broached to them。 And they straightened up and their massive thighs and rippling sinews broke their perches to fragments。 Archer even succeeded in jerking his wrists so violently that the chains holding them tore open。
〃Hit the floor； keep under the cover of the chairs； and work yourselves up the aisles to the door；〃 Rock ordered。
Rockson realized that there was a way to quickly remove the encumbering chains on their ankles and wrists。 But it was an insanely desperate way。 Still； if they were careful； and quick。。。
〃Freefighters； hold up your chains as accurately as you can figure when the beams of light sweep by。 The laser can free us as well as kill。〃
To demonstrate； Rockson observed the killing beam of Vega as it slid hissing across the third row。 He rushed over and held his chain at a precise position … he hoped … success！ The chain was so hot from transmitted heat that he winced in pain； but it was severed。 The dangling pieces were not a real problem； the important thing was he could use his hands unencumbered。
Chen tried it next； and then the others。 In a short while； with a lot of skill and luck； they had managed to unshackle themselves。
In every scene of horror there is a edic element。 Archer looked like a big rolling grizzly as he fell to the floor and lifted his legs wide to the cutting heat of a beam from Sirius。 He succeeded nicely。 The big mountain man was more dexterous … when he had to be … than he looked。
Rockson thought that they had all had succeeded in cutting their chains without casualty。 Then there was a cry of agony。 Danik had been clipped by the beam of death as he did his chains free。 〃I … I'm okay；〃 he winced。
〃Good man；〃 Rock said； and he meant it。 Danik was shaping up。 He was no longer a wimpy； fearful mole of a man。 He was one of them。 Rock told him as much； and Danik smiled in the flickering death light。 〃Thank you。〃
Chen crawled over and ministered some salve to the burned…off inch of Danik's shoulder。 And applied the Plasti…seal； Century City's bined antiseptic and healing bandage； that he had secreted。
Rockson believed that once the deadly star…beams had crossed every chair in the auditorium； the rays would cease。 And he was correct。 The stars stayed on； however； and they were able to see by their bined light。 See enough to make their way to the door they had entered by。
There was no handle； and there was no seam wide enough to even get the thin blade of Rock's balisong knife into。 But there was a code…punch panel； the kind that requires a numerical code in order to make the door open。
The punch…code control was hexagonal； made of cold steel。 In the artificial starlight Rockson's keen mutant eyes noted that there were buttons at each corner of the metal hexagon。 And one button in the middle。 He read the sign next to the device。
Open door by punching in the smaller magic number in the center and then punch in the appropriate numbers 1 through 13 on each of the points of the hexagon。 Reading across each line adds up to the larger sacred number。 CAUTION； improper numbers will result in activation of the planetarium's cremation cycle and the planetarium will be heated to a temperature of 451 degrees within ten seconds。
Rockson frowned。 〃Any ideas； gang？ Danik； you should know。 You live here。〃
Danik flustered； 〃But…but each of us has our life specialty。 We do not study Liberal Arts … we do not have the well…rounded curriculum that you free men have。 I am a waterworks engineer。 Aside from nursery school； all my education has been about engineering。 No magic numbers。 That is a historian's knowledge。 Stafford is a historian。 I've not heard of sacred numbers； not once in all my life in Eden。〃
〃Chen；〃 Rock whispered； 〃have any idea how to solve this thing。〃
〃Well； there were some things I studied about magic squares in ancient China。 The ancients were fond of mathematical puzzles。 But they are all based upon a set of sacred concepts。 The concept is the key。 Unless we know the concept behind the code； we can't chance a try。〃
〃Everyone think。 I've got to be sure of the numbers； or we will be burned alive。〃
〃I don't know much math … but I think I've got the concept；〃 said Rona。 〃I've been fascinated by dismal Eden City … no friezes； no borders； ledges； parapets； nothing in the way of adornment on any of the architecture。 And there is only one geometric shape aside from the cube。 That shape is the seven…sided polygon。 I think the smaller magic number might be seven。 I counted the steps from the dock to the shore。 Seven。 And the steps from the ground to the entrance to Government Building is twenty…one。 Try seven as the central magic number and twenty…one as the number that is the total of each line。 Punch in seven in the middle； and starting at the top corner of the septagon … that's a seven…sided polygon … try thirteen； then six then eleven； then one； then eight； then three。 Of course； the numbers around the edge could be different…they just have to add up to twenty…one。〃
〃My God； how do you know this； Rona 。 。 。〃
〃It isn't mystically arrived it。 I noticed the number of steps in the city； and the shapes of the few buildings that weren't cubical。 And I asked a guard about it … down in the dungeon。 He was playing with a kind of Rubik's cube with seven sides。 It had the same puzzle about 'magic numbers'； and …〃
〃Never underestimate a woman；〃 McCaughlin said admiringly。 〃Heaven preserve you； fair Rona。 You are the best。〃
Rockson sighed heavily。 〃Here goes。。。〃 He punched in Rona's numbers。 Then he pushed the red button。
The door swung slowly open。 Artificial daylight flooded into their would…be tomb。
They were free。
They cautiously ran the distance to the next building； one at a time。 The streets were deserted。 〃It must be the sleep hours；〃 Danik said。 〃I'm tired。 We all get tired at the same time。。。〃
There was the sound of approaching footfalls。 Rockson and the others pressed close to the building wall。
A startled pair of lower…rank Civil Guards rounded the corner。 They saw the Freefighters too late。 They were beset immediately； and died with startled expressions； their heat guns still in their holsters。
〃I would prefer my Liberator；〃 McCaughlin said as the Freefighters made their way through the streets of Eden； startling the few timid passersby with their presence。 He was holding one of the paper…light heat guns that the Edenites called disintegrators。 Rona had the other one。
〃We'll get our weapons back。〃 Rona promised。 〃They're all piled up in a side room to Stafford's throne chamber。 I saw them cart the whole pile in there and just toss them on the floor。 They don't really know what to make of them； I suppose。。。〃
The group of determined Americans reached the corner just across from the Government Building。 Rockson had wondered what the effective range of a heat gun was； and now was the time to find out。 He peered around a corner。 There were two guards； one on either side of the open doorway。
Rona touched Rock's shoulder。 〃Let me and McCaughlin do the honors。。。〃
Rock stared for a second into those determined green eyes。 Then he said； 〃Okay； see if you can hit them with those pop…shooters； but get as close as you can without them noticing before firing。〃
Rona and McCaughlin just walked across the empty street and sauntered toward the entrance stairs。
The guards were facing one another； their mouths moving。 Idle chatter。 The last remarks they would ever make in this world。
They turned when the pair of Freefighters were a quarter of the way up the stairs； and they died as they raised their weapons。 Burned where they stood。 Blackened and smoking human charcoal； they fell apart as they fell。
The rest of the Freefighters ran across the street； hardly containing a rousing cheer。 One of the guard's guns had fallen； heat…damaged； it sat there on the topmost step。 Rock picked it up。 Useless。 They walked down the corridor； and into the circular throne room。
〃It's empty；〃 Rona exclaimed。
〃Perhaps they are all asleep；〃 Danik said。
〃Stafford's private apartments are to the left；〃 Rockson stated in a low voice。 〃In any case； the study contains the safe。 The place Stafford keeps Factor Q。〃
