tz.cobra strike-第37章
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It was a simple device； consisting of two squat cylinders at the sides of his neck fastened together by a soft but tough…feeling plastic band about three centimeters wide and a couple of millimeters thick。 It seemed to make breathing difficult 。。。 but perhaps that was just his imagination。 Licking his lips frequently； he tried not to swallow too often and forced his mind to concentrate instead on York's condition and chances。
All too soon； they had arrived。
The bus coasted to a halt some fifty or sixty meters from the Dewdrop's main hatch。 Two Qasamans unloaded a rolling table and placed York's stretcher on top of it； returning then to the vehicle。 Moff motioned Joshua to stand and held a small box up to each of the cylinders around the Aventinian's neck。 Joshua heard two faint clicks； felt； rather than heard； the faint vibration from within。 〃Three minutes only… remember；〃 Moff said in passable Anglic； looking the younger man in the eye。
Joshua licked his lips and nodded。 〃I'll be back。〃
The trip to the ship seemed to take a lifetime； torn as he was between the need for haste and the opposite need to give York as smooth a ride as possible。 He settled for a slow jog； praying fervently that someone would be watching and be ready to pop the hatch for him 。。。 and that he could explain all of this fast enough 。。。 and that they'd be able to switch the collar in the time allotted。。。。
He was two steps from the hatch when it opened； one of F'ahl's crewers stepping out to grip the front stretcher handles。 Seconds later they were inside； with Christopher； Winward； and Link waiting for them in the ready room。
〃Sit down；〃 Christopher snapped tightly as someone took Joshua's half of the stretcher。
Joshua's knees needed no urging； dropping him like a lump of clay into the indicated chair。 〃This thing on my neck…〃
〃Is a bomb；〃 Christopher finished for him。 Already the other was tracing the strap with a small sensor； his forehead shiny with perspiration。 〃We know…they weren't able to jam your signal。 Now sit tight and we'll see if we can get the damn thing off without triggering it。〃
Joshua gritted his teeth and fell silent； and as he did so Justin entered the room； clad only in his underwear。 For a moment the twins gazed at each other 。。 。 and the expression on Justin's face sent half the weight resting on Joshua's shoulders spinning away into oblivion。 They weren't in the clear yet…not by a long shot…but there was a satisfaction in Justin's eyes that said Joshua had done his job well； had made the decisions that gave them all a chance。
Justin was proud of him 。。。 and； ultimately； that was what really mattered。
The moment passed； and； kneeling before his brother； Justin began to remove Joshua's boots。 Joshua unfastened his own belt and slid off his pants； and he was beginning to work on his tunic when Christopher gave a little snort。 〃All right； here it is。 Let's see 。。 … bypass here and here。 Dorjay？〃
Joshua felt something cool slide between the collar and his neck。 〃Hold still；〃 Link muttered from behind him。 There was the soft crackle of heat…stressed plastic 。。。 and suddenly the pressure on his throat eased； and Winward lifted the broken ring over his head。 〃Out of the chair；〃 Link said tersely。 〃Justin？〃
Joshua's place was taken by his brother； and the collar lowered carefully around Justin's neck。 〃Time？〃 Christopher asked as the Cobras eased the two broken ends back together and began the ticklish job of reconnecting them。
〃Ninety seconds；〃 F'ahl's voice came over the room inter。 〃Plenty of time。〃
〃Sure；〃 Link growled under his breath。 〃e down here and say that。 Easy； Michael。〃
Joshua got his tunic and watch off and waited； heart thudding full blast again as he watched Christopher and the Cobras work。 If they weren't able to do it in time…
〃Okay；〃 Christopher announced suddenly。 〃Looks good。 Here go the bypasses。。。。〃
The wires came off； and the cylinders remained solid。 Cautiously； Justin stood up and reached for Joshua's tunic； and by the time Christopher had eased the protective ring out from under the collar he was nearly dressed。 〃I don't know where Yuri and Marck were taken；〃 Joshua told him as he fastened on the other's watch。
〃I know that；〃 Justin nodded。 〃I was you； remember。〃
〃Yeah。 I just meant…be careful； okay？〃 Justin gave him a tight smile。 〃I'll be fine； Joshua… don't worry about me。 The Moreau luck goes with me。〃
He slipped out the hatch； and Joshua collapsed back into the chair as the shock of all that had happened finally caught up with him and his legs turned to rubber。 The Moreau luck。 Great。 Just great。 And the worst part of it was that Justin really believed in his imaginary immunity。 Believed in it； acted on it 。。。 and while Joshua sat idly by in the Dewdrop's relative safety； his brother's superstition could easily get him killed。
〃Damn them；〃 he hissed at the universe in general…at Moff and the Qasamans； the Cobra Worlds〃 Council； who'd sent them； even his own brother Corwin； whose idea this had ultimately been。 〃Damn all of them。〃
A hand fell on his shoulder。 Looking up through eyes suddenly tear…blurred； he saw Link standing over him。 〃e on；〃 the Cobra said。 〃Captain F'ahl and Governor Telek are going to want to hear your analysis of the situation out there。〃
Sure they are； Joshua thought bitterly。 The sole value such a report could have would be to keep his mind too busy to dwell on Justin。 But he merely nodded and got to his feet。 He was too tired to argue 。。。 and； actually； some distraction might not be a bad idea right now。
He took a moment to stop by his stateroom first and get dressed； letting Link go on ahead without him。 York was nowhere in sight when he finally reached the lounge； but Telek allayed his worst fears before he was able to voice them。 〃Decker's stable； at least for now；〃 she said； glancing up at him before returning her gaze to the outside monitor display。 〃Monitors and I。V。S are all hooked up； he'll be all right until we can figure out what to do about his arm。〃
Translation： where exactly it'll need to be amputated。 Swallowing the thought； Joshua stepped behind Telek and looked over her shoulder。 Moff and Justin were just getting back into the armored bus。 The explosive collar； he noted with marginal easing of tension； had been removed； as had the 〃self…destruct〃 watch with which he'd bluffed the Qasamans。 〃What's he supposed to do now？〃 he asked Telek。 〃I mean； you did give him some sort of plan to follow； didn't you？〃
〃As much of a plan as we could e up with；〃 Winward grunted from another display。 〃We're assuming he'll be taken to wherever they've got Yuri and Marck。 Once he's inside…well； we're hoping Almo will have followed the other two when they headed south。 With Cobras inside and outside； they should be able to break out of wherever the Qasamans put them。〃
〃Almo was going to follow us？〃
〃He was going to try。 If he didn't get down to the crossroads in time…〃 Winward shrugged fractionally。 〃We'll hope he'll follow the road and try to catch up。 It's the only logical thing for him to do。〃
Follow the road 。。。 except that he wouldn't know Moff would be bringing a second vehicle up from behind。 Joshua shivered at the vision of Pyre caught； alone； between two carloads of armed Qasamans and mojos。 And with the radios still jammed there was no way to alert him to the potential pincer closing on him。
Telek leaned back in her seat； exhaling a hissing sigh。 〃Well； that's it； gentlemen；〃 she said。 〃We've done everything we can for the moment for Yuri and
Marck。 Next job； then； is to figure out how to deactivate the defenses around the Dewdrop so that they've got a ship to e back to。 Let's get busy on that one； shall we？〃
The armored bus sped past Pyre's place of concealment。 Though the windows were small and dark his enhanced vision enabled him to identify two of its occupants： Moff； and the same driver who'd earlier taken the vehicle toward Sollas with Joshua and an apparently injured Decker York aboard。 It was back now； following the same road Cerenkov and Rynstadt had taken a half hour or so ago。 And the major question of the hour： who exactly was in there？
Pyre rubbed a hand across his forehead
