Where Legal Eagles Dare: An Opco Boone Adventure: Difference between revisions

Fifteen klicks down the line, the peaceable settlement at Lawyertown was oblivious while upon it, the hounds of hell descended.

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 Lawyertown. 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''.  

Boone exhaled. ''Could she not see what was coming?'' From up here, as this convoy of wreckers drilled relentlessly across the badlands at the settlement, like some crazed Taliban, propelled by demented organisational theory, it was crystal clear: unless they did something, ''Lawyertown was doomed''. This was a mobile apocalypse, on a direct vector for the heart of the settlement, thundering across the desert. It would destroy the civilisation — everything it stood for — down to every last goddamn ''brick''.   

Kurzweil flipped through the payload. He primed the [[risk taxonomy]]. He unclipped the spend ratio metrics. He flooded the Gantt generator. The HUD registered the Lawyertown outer perimeter defence systems, a thousand metres yonder. Convolution fields were arcing and humming.