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looked
at the bomb, which Pit Geek had jammed between the transmission and
the body. The package was about a foot long, eight inches wide, and
maybe four inches deep. It was wrapped in what looked like tin
foil. The corners did look unnecessarily sharp. There were no
dials, wires, or counters.
He radioed Dr. Knowbokov once more and
described the bomb.
"These are fairly common works for Rex
Monday," said Dr. Knowbokov. "They’ll be motion sensitive, so they
won't need a timer, just a good jolt, like a pothole or a speed
bump."
The garage had speed bumps everywhere Nobody
looked.
"But the cops can disarm these things,
right?"
"Of course," said Dr. Knowbokov.
By now, Pit Geek was flat on his back beneath
the tenth bus in the row, groaning. "Goddamn," he said. "I need a
better line of work."
"Let's get going," said the Panic.
Pit Geek rolled from under the bus and rose
shakily.
"Hold on," said the Panic.
"What now," said Pit Geek, belching.
"It's OK. Kids are on the way. The first
group's just a block from here."
"Why are the kids on their way?" asked Nobody
into the radio. "You've contacted the police, right?"
"I've taken care of everything," said Dr.
Knowbokov. "The police are very busy right now, but they've
dispatched people to help. Concentrate on following your subjects.
Keep them within arm's length if possible."
"Boss," said the Panic. "I swear, nobody's in
the garage with us. It's like a ghost town in here."
Nobody moved close enough that he could now
see the tiny earpiece and microphone the Panic was using. "Sure.
It's stupid, but sure," said the Panic.
The Panic looked around, bending to check
beneath the buses.
"Hey," he called out. "If you're following
us, boss says I should tell you Dr. Knowbokov never called the
cops. He was worried we would monitor police bands and get tipped
off someone was following us."
"This true?" asked Nobody into the
microphone.
"Don't be absurd, Richard," said Dr.
Knowbokov.
"They know I'm here. Call the cops."
"They've already been called. Right now we're
trying to reach the teachers accompanying the children on their
cell phones. Follow your targets," said Dr. Knowbokov.
The Panic shrugged. "Boss says we're done.
Let's see if we can help Sundancer."
The old man and the kid began to wander back
toward the garage entrance. Nobody followed. Then he heard voices
around the corner, still a good distance away. Children.
"Goddamn you," he said, running to the
nearest bus. He slipped underneath, and dislodged the bomb with a
grunt. He crawled back out and shouted after Pit Geek and the
Panic, "Hey! You dropped something!"
They didn't turn around.
Nobody banged his fist against the cowling of
the bus engine, creating a satisfying thump.
He spiked the bomb like a football in the end
zone as Pit Geek and the Panic turned their eyes toward him.
And then there was fire. It engulfed him,
filled him, flowed from him and through him, but it did not touch
him. He leapt from the nearest ledge of the parking deck, suddenly
feeling the heat as he fell to the ground. Pit Geek seemed tough,
but even he couldn't survive this, Nobody surmised. Debris bounced
all around him.
A red stop sign from one of the buses buried
itself into the ground inches from his head.
He rose and stumbled out to the street. Half
a block away, children were shouting and pointing at the smoke.
"You've lost them," said Dr. Knowbokov.
"Actually," said Nobody, "I have a pretty
good idea where to find them. Parts of them, at least."
"I assure you, their bodies will never be
found. They’ve exited, just as Sundancer and Baby Gun have."
"Exited? Like, exited stage left?
Escaped?"
"You had an opportunity to follow them and
you squandered it."
"I just saved, I dunno, like four hundred
kids or something. Also, I kept a cop from bleeding to death. I
think I did pretty good for my first time out."
"We’ll finish this discussion later," said
Dr. Knowbokov. "Rendezvous with Rail Blade and the Thrill at
at the bomb, which Pit Geek had jammed between the transmission and
the body. The package was about a foot long, eight inches wide, and
maybe four inches deep. It was wrapped in what looked like tin
foil. The corners did look unnecessarily sharp. There were no
dials, wires, or counters.
He radioed Dr. Knowbokov once more and
described the bomb.
"These are fairly common works for Rex
Monday," said Dr. Knowbokov. "They’ll be motion sensitive, so they
won't need a timer, just a good jolt, like a pothole or a speed
bump."
The garage had speed bumps everywhere Nobody
looked.
"But the cops can disarm these things,
right?"
"Of course," said Dr. Knowbokov.
By now, Pit Geek was flat on his back beneath
the tenth bus in the row, groaning. "Goddamn," he said. "I need a
better line of work."
"Let's get going," said the Panic.
Pit Geek rolled from under the bus and rose
shakily.
"Hold on," said the Panic.
"What now," said Pit Geek, belching.
"It's OK. Kids are on the way. The first
group's just a block from here."
"Why are the kids on their way?" asked Nobody
into the radio. "You've contacted the police, right?"
"I've taken care of everything," said Dr.
Knowbokov. "The police are very busy right now, but they've
dispatched people to help. Concentrate on following your subjects.
Keep them within arm's length if possible."
"Boss," said the Panic. "I swear, nobody's in
the garage with us. It's like a ghost town in here."
Nobody moved close enough that he could now
see the tiny earpiece and microphone the Panic was using. "Sure.
It's stupid, but sure," said the Panic.
The Panic looked around, bending to check
beneath the buses.
"Hey," he called out. "If you're following
us, boss says I should tell you Dr. Knowbokov never called the
cops. He was worried we would monitor police bands and get tipped
off someone was following us."
"This true?" asked Nobody into the
microphone.
"Don't be absurd, Richard," said Dr.
Knowbokov.
"They know I'm here. Call the cops."
"They've already been called. Right now we're
trying to reach the teachers accompanying the children on their
cell phones. Follow your targets," said Dr. Knowbokov.
The Panic shrugged. "Boss says we're done.
Let's see if we can help Sundancer."
The old man and the kid began to wander back
toward the garage entrance. Nobody followed. Then he heard voices
around the corner, still a good distance away. Children.
"Goddamn you," he said, running to the
nearest bus. He slipped underneath, and dislodged the bomb with a
grunt. He crawled back out and shouted after Pit Geek and the
Panic, "Hey! You dropped something!"
They didn't turn around.
Nobody banged his fist against the cowling of
the bus engine, creating a satisfying thump.
He spiked the bomb like a football in the end
zone as Pit Geek and the Panic turned their eyes toward him.
And then there was fire. It engulfed him,
filled him, flowed from him and through him, but it did not touch
him. He leapt from the nearest ledge of the parking deck, suddenly
feeling the heat as he fell to the ground. Pit Geek seemed tough,
but even he couldn't survive this, Nobody surmised. Debris bounced
all around him.
A red stop sign from one of the buses buried
itself into the ground inches from his head.
He rose and stumbled out to the street. Half
a block away, children were shouting and pointing at the smoke.
"You've lost them," said Dr. Knowbokov.
"Actually," said Nobody, "I have a pretty
good idea where to find them. Parts of them, at least."
"I assure you, their bodies will never be
found. They’ve exited, just as Sundancer and Baby Gun have."
"Exited? Like, exited stage left?
Escaped?"
"You had an opportunity to follow them and
you squandered it."
"I just saved, I dunno, like four hundred
kids or something. Also, I kept a cop from bleeding to death. I
think I did pretty good for my first time out."
"We’ll finish this discussion later," said
Dr. Knowbokov. "Rendezvous with Rail Blade and the Thrill at
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