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.Others, however,whatever had been supportable by army engineer ferry, crossed quickly.And ifthe drivers kept a nervous eye on their fuel gauges, still they drove.Now, with more federals approaching the Clear Creek bridges, Bernoulli didn'thesitate.A few quick pumps of his detonator, a roll of artificial thunder anda cloud of concrete dust, and the bridges settled into ruin.I suppose a new hooker would have felt that way, too, thought Bernoulli as he calmly unhooked the wires from the contact posts ofhis detonator.The first one's the toughest.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html* * *Governor's Mansion, Austin, TexasFalling water gurgled in the fountain as Mario and Elpidia walked past.Thegirl's face seemed less stony, more animated, than usual.These walks hadPage 117 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbecome something of a tradition.At first Elpi had walked alone.Later, Mariohad merely sat nearby.Now they walked together, sometimes in silence,sometimes with talk.Today they talked."I hated it, Mario.From the first one to the last I just hated it.""Then why.""Why did I do it?" asked Elpi."You're so innocent," she told the older boy, atrace of wistful longing for her own lost innocence in her voice."I had noeducation; I had no skills.I had a baby to support." The girl sighed,dreadfully."It was all I had.""Well, I won't judge you or anything you have done, Elpi," said Mario,almost but not quite reaching out a hand to stroke the girl's cheek."And itis all past anyway."" 'All past,' " she echoed." 'All.' Even my baby is dead."Sensing tears not far below the surface Mario started to turn towards Elpi;started and, as usual, stopped.Elpi continued, "He brought me great difficulty, much hardship.And yet.and yet.He was my own, my very own, baby.Some people told me to aborthim before he was born.But how could I do that? He was my very own flesh.""You couldn't, Elpi." Mario considered, then asked, "Elpi, do you think youwant to have more babies someday?""I do not know.Why bring more babies into a world that kills them? Why livein a world that will murder babies?""Is that why you agreed to go to Houston? I wish you would not."She stopped and this time she reached out a hand to a cheek."I know.Andyou're sweet, too, Mario.But your mother asked.and then, too.what would your uncle havewanted?"Houston, TexasIt was a flashy city, in many ways; a warmer version of multicultural Toronto.Industry, automobiles, the sheer concentration of people there, all combinedto foul the air and irritate the eyes and lungs.Tall glass and steelbehemoths, the runaway imaginings of modern architecture, hung predatorilyover more sedate structures from Houston's not-so-long past.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlRinged with highways that could not be demolished in time, Houston now founditself ringed in steel as well.Along the ring roads and the feeders, theArmy's Third Infantry Division to the north, and theSecond Marine Division to the south, swept out in long tentacles to embracethe city.There had been incidents.Schmidt had attempted to bring all those actuallyeager to fight under his control, mostly to keep them from doing so on theirown initiative.This had been only partially successful;some groups and individuals were simply too paranoid even to trust their stateauthorities.Thus, on the outskirts of the town, there was some sniping andthere were at least two, failed, ambushes.The federal forces had barely noticed.Rather, they noticed barely enough toinduce a bit of caution, to be ever so slightly slowed in their progress.Thus, the west side of the city, in that area where the Texas National Guardstill reigned, the federal forces had not yet taken.In that hollow space in the federal net, a lone helicopter flew.* * *"Mr.Charlesworth? I am Colonel Minh.General Schmidt asked me to meet you, toassist, and to observe.""What did you say? I can't hear a thing," said Charlesworth, cupping a hand tohis right ear.Minh made a "come with me" gesture to lead the old but still towering actoraway from the helicopter and the sound and turbine-propelled stench itPage 118 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlproduced.As Charlesworth followed Minh, three un-uniformed National Guardsmenand two equally plainclothed Texas Rangers unloaded the public address system.A skinny, pretty, dark-skinned girl stood uncertainly nearby.When they were far enough away for normal conversation to be heard, Minhrepeated, "I am ColonelMinh.General Schmidt asked me to meet you, assist, and observe.""Yes, thank you, Colonel.The General told me to expect you.Is everythingready?"" 'Ready' is an interesting concept, Mr.Charlesworth.You served in the army,I believe.You know, then, that nothing is ever entirely ready.We are readyfor this much: after you and these people with you and those who come to hearyou speak are utterly crushed, we will exact a price for that crushing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Others, however,whatever had been supportable by army engineer ferry, crossed quickly.And ifthe drivers kept a nervous eye on their fuel gauges, still they drove.Now, with more federals approaching the Clear Creek bridges, Bernoulli didn'thesitate.A few quick pumps of his detonator, a roll of artificial thunder anda cloud of concrete dust, and the bridges settled into ruin.I suppose a new hooker would have felt that way, too, thought Bernoulli as he calmly unhooked the wires from the contact posts ofhis detonator.The first one's the toughest.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html* * *Governor's Mansion, Austin, TexasFalling water gurgled in the fountain as Mario and Elpidia walked past.Thegirl's face seemed less stony, more animated, than usual.These walks hadPage 117 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbecome something of a tradition.At first Elpi had walked alone.Later, Mariohad merely sat nearby.Now they walked together, sometimes in silence,sometimes with talk.Today they talked."I hated it, Mario.From the first one to the last I just hated it.""Then why.""Why did I do it?" asked Elpi."You're so innocent," she told the older boy, atrace of wistful longing for her own lost innocence in her voice."I had noeducation; I had no skills.I had a baby to support." The girl sighed,dreadfully."It was all I had.""Well, I won't judge you or anything you have done, Elpi," said Mario,almost but not quite reaching out a hand to stroke the girl's cheek."And itis all past anyway."" 'All past,' " she echoed." 'All.' Even my baby is dead."Sensing tears not far below the surface Mario started to turn towards Elpi;started and, as usual, stopped.Elpi continued, "He brought me great difficulty, much hardship.And yet.and yet.He was my own, my very own, baby.Some people told me to aborthim before he was born.But how could I do that? He was my very own flesh.""You couldn't, Elpi." Mario considered, then asked, "Elpi, do you think youwant to have more babies someday?""I do not know.Why bring more babies into a world that kills them? Why livein a world that will murder babies?""Is that why you agreed to go to Houston? I wish you would not."She stopped and this time she reached out a hand to a cheek."I know.Andyou're sweet, too, Mario.But your mother asked.and then, too.what would your uncle havewanted?"Houston, TexasIt was a flashy city, in many ways; a warmer version of multicultural Toronto.Industry, automobiles, the sheer concentration of people there, all combinedto foul the air and irritate the eyes and lungs.Tall glass and steelbehemoths, the runaway imaginings of modern architecture, hung predatorilyover more sedate structures from Houston's not-so-long past.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlRinged with highways that could not be demolished in time, Houston now founditself ringed in steel as well.Along the ring roads and the feeders, theArmy's Third Infantry Division to the north, and theSecond Marine Division to the south, swept out in long tentacles to embracethe city.There had been incidents.Schmidt had attempted to bring all those actuallyeager to fight under his control, mostly to keep them from doing so on theirown initiative.This had been only partially successful;some groups and individuals were simply too paranoid even to trust their stateauthorities.Thus, on the outskirts of the town, there was some sniping andthere were at least two, failed, ambushes.The federal forces had barely noticed.Rather, they noticed barely enough toinduce a bit of caution, to be ever so slightly slowed in their progress.Thus, the west side of the city, in that area where the Texas National Guardstill reigned, the federal forces had not yet taken.In that hollow space in the federal net, a lone helicopter flew.* * *"Mr.Charlesworth? I am Colonel Minh.General Schmidt asked me to meet you, toassist, and to observe.""What did you say? I can't hear a thing," said Charlesworth, cupping a hand tohis right ear.Minh made a "come with me" gesture to lead the old but still towering actoraway from the helicopter and the sound and turbine-propelled stench itPage 118 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlproduced.As Charlesworth followed Minh, three un-uniformed National Guardsmenand two equally plainclothed Texas Rangers unloaded the public address system.A skinny, pretty, dark-skinned girl stood uncertainly nearby.When they were far enough away for normal conversation to be heard, Minhrepeated, "I am ColonelMinh.General Schmidt asked me to meet you, assist, and observe.""Yes, thank you, Colonel.The General told me to expect you.Is everythingready?"" 'Ready' is an interesting concept, Mr.Charlesworth.You served in the army,I believe.You know, then, that nothing is ever entirely ready.We are readyfor this much: after you and these people with you and those who come to hearyou speak are utterly crushed, we will exact a price for that crushing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]