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Оглавление“They’re right behind us!” Mildred yelled
Ryan heard the boom of Ricky’s Webley hand blaster echo out of the stairwell, and started moving toward the window.
“Looks clear,” Jak said, peering around the edge of the empty frame. He promptly slipped from out of his cover and fled to the street.
Securing escape was more important than discouraging the stickies from following, and Ryan raced for the front door. The other companions were hot on his heels.
Ryan burst out of the building. The humidity hit him in the face like a wool blanket soaked in hot water. Quickly he took in how profuse the vegetation was, grass and flowers pushing up through big cracks heaved in the pavement.
Then he noticed the tall, skeleton-thin woman with an electric-green Mohawk strolling around the corner of the building across the street. But there was nothing casual about the way she whipped up the M16 she’d been carrying and aimed it at Ryan.
