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Subject: The Fading Universe part 6 of 7 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
THE FADING UNIVERSE
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Chapter Seven
Marvin wondered idly what city they were in. Well, he'd find
out once the squad cars pulled up outside the factory.
For weeks he and the others had been raiding municipalities
throughout the universe, skipping through the Doors to get away. Some
urban areas employed patrols who monitored traffic as it passed through
the Doors, but Marvin and his compatriots had, so far at least, managed
to elude them. His greatest concern was with other roving gangs of
thieves.
Marvin rubbed his scalp. Perry had told him recently that if
he massaged his head, moving the skin between his fingers, it would be
stimulated to grow hair. He glanced at Perry. He couldn't remember
having ever seen Perry comb his hair, let alone wash it. Perry's hair
was greasy and it stuck out in every direction. "Perry would be better
off bald," Marvin thought to himself.
Perry scampered about, waving a pistol.
"Get into position! The cops will be here any minute," Perry
cried, but his commands were superfluous, for everyone had already taken
up his proper place. The hostages were bunched up in the plant
manager's office, guarded by Harrigan and Elsa. Frankie lay atop a pile
of wooden boxes, his rifle leveled at the street. Flaherty crouched
behind the broken cinder block wall of a vacant building across the
road, waiting for a signal to detonate half a ton of dynamite.
Marvin spotted Flaherty's face peeping out from behind the
jagged facade of bricks.
"Dammit! You're supposed to keep yourself hidden, fatso,"
Marvin breathed. He motioned to Flaherty to get down.
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Marvin heard Perry arguing with one of the prisoners. He
stepped inside the office.
"Is there a problem?" Marvin asked Elsa.
"No, Perry's just treating a hostage to one of his babbling
harangues," Elsa said.
"Shut up, you tin-plated inflatable doll," Perry snapped at
Elsa.
Marvin's face flushed. "Listen you, I resent that," he shouted
at Perry.
"Insubordination!" Perry screamed. "Start your own group,
then. Why don't you just go rob places by yourself with a whole flock
of those automated cunts?"
"Now, now," a portly, bearded hostage piped up. "I think
you're just angry with your friend because you don't want to admit that
I'm correct," he said to Perry.
"That's not so," Perry retorted.
"Well, then, refute me," the man said smugly.
"Listen, professor fussbudget,"
"Fuddleston," the man corrected. "Doctor Fuddleston, professor
of ancient astronomy at Cornell University, chief consultant to Dresser
Industries here," he said with a wave of his arm.
"The stars are fixed in place," Perry said hotly. "Each one of
them is surrounded with a mesh of solar cells."
"I'm not talking about the way things are today," the professor
said. "I was declaiming on the distant past."
"And you're saying that at one time the stars were all flying
away from each other?" Perry asked.
"Like spots on an expanding balloon, or raisins in the dough of
a cake that's rising in an oven," Professor Fuddleston explained.
"What a stupid thing to argue about," Marvin exclaimed. "You
wanna save this for another time?" He asked Perry. "After we're done
here you and your friend can troop off to the library together."
"So you don't believe me either," the professor said to Marvin.
"Listen mister, I know what you're trying to do," Marvin said.
"Then perhaps I can enlist your aid in convincing this youth
that it was man, employing his reason and the strength of his
cooperative efforts, that created the universe as we know it today."
"And it's a rotten place, too," Elsa said.
Suddenly the shrill whine of approaching sirens cut through the
air. Marvin spun about and peered outside. Police cars pushed through
a crowd of spectators that had assembled, and rolled into the parking
lot that fronted the factory. Officers jumped out of their vehicles and
crouched behind them. Others scurried among the squad cars, clearing
the parking lot of onlookers; driving the spectators back and erecting
wooden horses to cordon off the asphalt. Marvin glimpsed a sharpshooter
crawling through the upper story of a dilapidated building adjacent to
the lot. He knew there were a dozen more moving stealthily into
position, concealed somewhere in the crumbling edifices that lined the
street. A police bullhorn cut through the murmur of the crowd.
"We're not here to argue," the officer warned. "Throw down
your weapons! Surrender your hostages! We have you surrounded!"
Perry cooly raised his left hand and signaled to Flaherty,
across the street, to detonate the explosives. Marvin turned away,
clapped a hand over his ear, and waited. Nothing happened.
Marvin looked up worriedly. Had a sharpshooter found Flaherty?
"What's the matter?" Perry asked shrilly. "Marvin! The TNT
is the key to my entire plan!"
Perry raised his left hand again and frantically repeated the
signal.
Marvin glimpsed a stream of urine falling onto the roof of a
warehouse and traced it upward to a rotund figure standing on an I-beam
that protruded out the far side of what remained of a building's seventh
floor.
"Flaherty's busy taking a piss!" Marvin hissed.
Frankie spotted Flaherty and shot over his head. The boy
jumped back in alarm.
At once the police opened fire on Marvin, Perry, and Frankie.
As the youths dove for cover a startled Flaherty yanked up his trousers
and dashed back to the detonation box. He leapt atop it, his buttocks
landing squarely upon the T-shaped handle.
A crack of summer lightning reverberated through the street.
With an ominous rumble a building slowly toppled into the parking lot,
crushing the police.
A handful of sharpshooters were all that remained to continue
the enfilade against Marvin, Perry, and Frankie. Several had been
inside the building which collapsed, further reducing their number. The
survivors were so shaken that their shots went astray. With deadly
accuracy Frankie quickly picked them off.
A minute later a haze of smoke hung over the silent street.
Perry grinned at Marvin.
"I think whoever the city sends out next will be willing to
negotiate," Perry said.
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Andrew Roller Presents
THE FADING UNIVERSE
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Chapter Eight
Frankie peered through a pair of digital binoculars at the low
cliffs that meandered across an arid plain. Wispy cirrus clouds formed
white rivulets in the sky as they glided overhead. Here no ceiling was
visible. The area had once been a vast, lush forest preserve, but more
pressing needs in the centuries that followed had diverted the water
supply; the pines and redwoods had withered and died.
Frankie caught sight of a caravan as it trundled between the
sere bluffs. He studied it closely, attempting to determine what sort
of cargo it carried. Frankie spoke into a miniature microphone that was
attached by a plastic rod to a headset.
A voice crackled in Marvin's slim stereo headphones.
"I've spotted four tractor trailers coming toward us," Frankie
reported.
Marvin looked up, scanning the ridge where the dwarf stood.
"Great. We'll be heading up right away," Marvin said.
Soon Marvin, Elsa, and Flaherty were clambering up the face of
a precipice which ran parallel to a dirt road. Perry and Harrigan
ascended the opposite bank of the ravine to join Frankie.
Twenty minutes later the four trucks chugged into the canyon.
"I wish I knew what those babies were hauling," Marvin remarked
as he sighted down the barrel of his gun.
"We'll find out soon enough," Elsa breathed.
"It's a lot of SOMETHING," Flaherty said.
At a signal from Perry an explosion ripped open the far end of
the pass. Tons of sand cascaded down upon the road, blocking it off.
Marvin and the others cut loose with a salvo of laser beams,
killing the drivers.
"We got 'em," Marvin crowed. He grabbed the tether that
dangled down into the defile and bounded over the side.
Marvin was busily scampering earthward when a fusillade of
plasma suddenly ripped open his back. The force of the blast twirled
him about. Marvin felt his back slam against the chasm wall as he
regurgitated a fountain of blood.
For a moment Marvin hung motionless above the road, his hand
clenched about the rope. Below him a flood of soldiers were
disembarking from the four stalled diesels.
"Oh my God, it's a troop transport...We've ambushed an army
convoy," Marvin spluttered, blood gushing down his chin.
One by one the fingers of Marvin's outstretched hand revolted
against the strenuous task they were being demanded to perform. Marvin
emitted an inaudible groan. His palm separated from the line and he
fell.
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