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"You what!" O'Donnell jumped to his feet, "No, never, not a hope in hell, dead is dead and that's that."
'That's okay Pete, your choice. Sara?'
Slowly she shook her head,
'I'm sorry Paradox but I agree with Pete.'
'Jenny?'
She nodded,
'There's a lot I don't know yet. About myself that is. And I'm not much use with a knackered wing.'
Jenny fell into silence then raised her head,
'Okay Morris, go do that voodoo etcetera.'
Paradox smiled,
'You keep calling me Morris. That's okay I suppose. Hold still for a moment.'
He went to her and unwrapped the bandage on her arm. She hissed through her teeth as the scab pulled loose with the bandage. Morris took his combat knife, made a long cut on his palm and quickly placed it on the open wound. He resheathed the knife and returned to his place.
Jenny frowned,
'Feels I dunno, a bit warm and tingly. Bloody hell - look at that!'
'That' was the wound on her arm scabbing over and mending rapidly, the cybermites had evidently dealt with the round as well as the damage caused. Five minutes later, she moved her arm experimentally and flexed the fingers. Then she began to grin,
'Feels good as new.'
'Anything else happening Jenny?' asked Sara
Jenny shrugged,
'Nothing I'm aware of. Maybe the cybs are on a tea-break, do they have a union, Morris?'
He shook his head,
'I see that hasn't changed - your bloody awful sense of humour I mean.'
'You never did appreciate quality stuff.'
O'Donnell stood,
'Before yous two have a domestic, can we move on? Jenny - will your father have the other half of the map reference?'
'Yeah, more than likely.'
She rose to her feet as well,
'But he's my dad, so if anything happens to him without my say so, I'm going to kick certain butts, understood?'
'Charming as always.'
'Understood?' Jenny's hand was resting lightly on the butt of her sidearm.
'Okay, okay, understood.'
With Jenny at point and Morris taking the rear, the small group moved off, flanked left and right by Horace and the other imps.
It wasn't long before they met resistance. The imps attacked as grey men emerged from the ruins, Jenny and Morris ushered the other two around the battle only to be met by gunfire from cowled figures. Morris ran to help the imps, firing his Mach 15 as he ran. Those that weren't being attacked by the imps turned and ran towards him. Morris counted four in total and grinned savagely, no problem.
He killed two before they reached him, clubbed the other two to the ground, shoved razor grenades into their mouths and dived for cover as their heads exploded. Wiping blood from his vest, Morris dashed over to the other grey men who were already starting to recover, repeated the treatment.
Jenny, O'Donnell and Sara had dealt with the brothers and were making their way over to him.
"Yuck." remarked Sara,
"Yuck?" said an unfamiliar voice, Sara, O'Donnell and Morris turned slowly to Jenny.
She was signing, 'I heard Sara make a noise. What's 'yuck'?'
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In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.
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Murder At The Alucard- Third and final part
