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underwear or dirty magazines. Probably both, actually.”
Marty smiled and shrugged his shoulders as he nodded in agreement. Samantha’s logic was pretty well founded when it came to understanding Bull and his motives.
Samantha brought the vehicle to a stop at the headquarters building. Inside they passed through dozens of rooms and offices that were brimming with activity. It was clear that a high level of mission planning was in progress. Radios hissed and people spoke to one another in hushed tones as the three filth encrusted men made their way along the corridors.
“Good morning, fuck-stick,” Bull bellowed out from the rear to a familiar face as he passed by an open door. “How you all enjoying yourselves here at ‘slipper-city’?”
“Fuck off, Bull,” came the reply. “They need our brains for this operation more than they need your brawn.”
Samantha glanced back over her shoulder as they turned a corner and saw that Bull was stuffing the last pieces of a bacon sandwich into his gaping maw. She had no idea where he had procured it from and no doubt, the owner of the sandwich was probably just as confused as to where it had disappeared to. Bull never passed up an opportunity to gain nourishment, even if it was at the expense of someone else.
They passed through a doorway and approached a junction. To the left and right were corridors leading off to other parts of the complex. Immediately to their front was a set of steel grated stairs leading down into the bowls of the building and disappearing into darkness. Marty clearly heard the distinct moan of the infected rising up towards him from below. It sounded as though there were dozens of them down there.
“Experiments,” Samantha whispered to him when she caught sight of the concerned look on his face. She too heard the noises but she had grown used to them by now.
“What kind of experiments, Sam?” He asked her as they took the corridor to the left and headed towards the Operations Room.
“The kind that will help us,” she shrugged with indifference. “I have no idea to be honest with you. The egg-heads are playing ‘Frankenstein’ down there in the basements and I have no desire to go and join in.”
“You lot might be happy to have them next door to where you sleep but I’ll stick to our nice cosy house on the coast if it’s all the same to you,” Danny murmured as he looked back towards the staircase.
Marty and the others spent three hours relaying all the information they had gathered to the Operations staff. As he finished the lengthy debriefing, Marty handed his maps and their camera’s memory card across to Gerry for downloading.
While the intelligence was collated and the operations staff began pouring over the details of the reconnaissance mission, Marty, Bull, and Danny made good their escape. Bouncing across the island over the worn roads, the three men eagerly anticipated a hot meal and a chance to sleep.
“What do you think will be on the menu today?” Bull asked as his stomach began to growl up at him.
“I’m guessing either chicken or rabbit,” Danny shrugged.
“It’s always chicken or rabbit,” Bull snorted back at him.
“Then why did you ask such a stupid question? Are you hoping that I’m going to tell you that it’s steak or venison? The island is overrun with rabbits and chickens. So why would I guess at there being anything else to eat?”
“Fuck it,” Bull grunted with a dismissive shake of his head. “I’ll eat anything right now. My belly is touching my arse.”
“I’ll tell you one thing,” Danny grinned back at him. “Sam’s going to have a severe sense of humour failure when she comes out of the Ops Room and realises that we’ve run off with her Land Rover again.”
Bull laughed. The theft of the vehicle had been an unspoken and universally agreed action between the three men, just as it had been a couple of months earlier during similar circumstances. Rather than wait for a ride
Marty smiled and shrugged his shoulders as he nodded in agreement. Samantha’s logic was pretty well founded when it came to understanding Bull and his motives.
Samantha brought the vehicle to a stop at the headquarters building. Inside they passed through dozens of rooms and offices that were brimming with activity. It was clear that a high level of mission planning was in progress. Radios hissed and people spoke to one another in hushed tones as the three filth encrusted men made their way along the corridors.
“Good morning, fuck-stick,” Bull bellowed out from the rear to a familiar face as he passed by an open door. “How you all enjoying yourselves here at ‘slipper-city’?”
“Fuck off, Bull,” came the reply. “They need our brains for this operation more than they need your brawn.”
Samantha glanced back over her shoulder as they turned a corner and saw that Bull was stuffing the last pieces of a bacon sandwich into his gaping maw. She had no idea where he had procured it from and no doubt, the owner of the sandwich was probably just as confused as to where it had disappeared to. Bull never passed up an opportunity to gain nourishment, even if it was at the expense of someone else.
They passed through a doorway and approached a junction. To the left and right were corridors leading off to other parts of the complex. Immediately to their front was a set of steel grated stairs leading down into the bowls of the building and disappearing into darkness. Marty clearly heard the distinct moan of the infected rising up towards him from below. It sounded as though there were dozens of them down there.
“Experiments,” Samantha whispered to him when she caught sight of the concerned look on his face. She too heard the noises but she had grown used to them by now.
“What kind of experiments, Sam?” He asked her as they took the corridor to the left and headed towards the Operations Room.
“The kind that will help us,” she shrugged with indifference. “I have no idea to be honest with you. The egg-heads are playing ‘Frankenstein’ down there in the basements and I have no desire to go and join in.”
“You lot might be happy to have them next door to where you sleep but I’ll stick to our nice cosy house on the coast if it’s all the same to you,” Danny murmured as he looked back towards the staircase.
Marty and the others spent three hours relaying all the information they had gathered to the Operations staff. As he finished the lengthy debriefing, Marty handed his maps and their camera’s memory card across to Gerry for downloading.
While the intelligence was collated and the operations staff began pouring over the details of the reconnaissance mission, Marty, Bull, and Danny made good their escape. Bouncing across the island over the worn roads, the three men eagerly anticipated a hot meal and a chance to sleep.
“What do you think will be on the menu today?” Bull asked as his stomach began to growl up at him.
“I’m guessing either chicken or rabbit,” Danny shrugged.
“It’s always chicken or rabbit,” Bull snorted back at him.
“Then why did you ask such a stupid question? Are you hoping that I’m going to tell you that it’s steak or venison? The island is overrun with rabbits and chickens. So why would I guess at there being anything else to eat?”
“Fuck it,” Bull grunted with a dismissive shake of his head. “I’ll eat anything right now. My belly is touching my arse.”
“I’ll tell you one thing,” Danny grinned back at him. “Sam’s going to have a severe sense of humour failure when she comes out of the Ops Room and realises that we’ve run off with her Land Rover again.”
Bull laughed. The theft of the vehicle had been an unspoken and universally agreed action between the three men, just as it had been a couple of months earlier during similar circumstances. Rather than wait for a ride
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