День триффидов
Frustration
Hismenandmineturningtheirsightlesseyestowardoneanotherinanefforttounderstandwhatwasgoingon.Thenhefiredagain.Isupposedhehadaimedatme,butthebulletfoundthemanonmyleft.Hegaveagruntasthoughheweresurprised,andfoldedupwithakindofsigh.Idodgedbackroundthecorner,draggingtheotherwatchdogwithme.
"Quick,"Isaid."Givemethekeytothesecuffs.Ican’tdoathinglikethis."
Hedidn’tdoanythingexceptgiveaknowinggrin.Hewasaone-ideaman.
"Huh,"hesaid."Comeoffit.Youdon’tfoolme."
"Oh,forGod’ssake,youdamnedclown,"Isaid,pullingonthechaintodragthebodyofwatchdognumberonenearersothatwecouldgetbettercover.
Thegoonstartedtoargue.Heavenknowswhatsubtletieshisdimwitswerecreditingmewith.Therewasenoughslackonthechainnowformetoraisemyarms.Idid,andhammeredbothfistsathisheadsothatitwentbackagainstthewallwithacrack.Thatdisposedofhisargument.Ifoundthekeyinhissidepocket.
"Listen,"Itoldtherest."Turnround,allofyou,andkeepgoingstraightahead.Don’tseparate,oryou’llhavehadit.Getmovingnow."
Igotonewristletopen,riddedmyselfofthechain,andscrambledoverthewallintosomebody’sgarden.IcrouchedtherewhileIgotridoftheothercuff.ThenImovedacrosstopeercautiouslyoverthefarangleofthewall.Theyoungmanwiththepistolhadnotcomerushingafterus,asIhadhalfexpected.Hewasstillwithhisparty,givingthemaninstruction.
