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Seven klicks west and 4,000 metres up, Boone | High on the mountain promontory, Seven klicks west and 4,000 metres up, Boone observed the rising plume on the desert floor. He didn’t need his telegraphic scope to watch: These morons were clear as day. Their MIS signature lit up half the goddamn sky. Taking them down would be simple pleasure. | ||
Boone barked into his wrist-comm. “All right, [[Genevieve “Chip” Carpenter|Chip]], | Boone barked into his wrist-comm. “All right, [[Genevieve “Chip” Carpenter|Chip]], I’m going in.” | ||
Static crackled. | Static crackled. | ||
The [[GC]] came on the line. Her voice was nasal, | The [[GC]] came on the line. Her voice was nasal, uptight: more even than usual. “Now listen here, Boone. No funny stuff, this time. I ''mean'' it. We have to play this by the book. Do you hear?” | ||
Boone growled. “Playing it | Boone growled. “Playing it by the book is the goddamn ''problem'', Chipper, and you know it.” | ||
“''Jesus'', Boone. When will you learn? | “''Jesus'', Boone. When will you learn? This storm is coming, whether we like it or not. It’s ''coming''. We just have to deal with it. We can get through this. But we have to be ''aligned''.” | ||
Boone looked up from the wrist-comm. He regarded the great expanse beneath him, yawning away to the horizon. A curlicue of smoke, tainted pink in the dying sunset, rose above | Boone looked up from the wrist-comm. He regarded the great expanse beneath him, yawning away to the horizon. A curlicue of smoke, tainted pink in the dying sunset, rose above Lissingdown. For a moment, he smiled at the brilliantine recollections of his life in that wonderful settlement. He drank in the beauty. These were his kin. His people. His ''life''. His ''home''. These were ''his'' tranquil traditions. The ancient solemnity. The august institutions. The whole gamut of ''[[precedent]]''. Imponderable. ''Indispensable''. All of it was ''his''. And they were surrendering. They were lying down and taking it. As these death machines advanced, he saw their collective futures dangling above the abyss, hanging by a single [[golden thread]]. He knew it: ''he was that golden thread''. | ||
“There is too much at stake, Chip”. | |||
“Nonsense. We’ve charged up the ineffability shields. We’ve flooded the prolixity ditches. We’re confident they’ll hold.” | |||
“Nonsense. We’ve charged up the ineffability shields. We’ve flooded the . We’re confident they’ll hold.” | |||
“You ''think'' so?” | “You ''think'' so?” |