10_invid_invasion-第17部分

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〃But　they'll　kill　her；〃　said　Annie。

Scott　shook　his　head。　〃No；　I　don't　think　so。〃

Rand　decided　that　Scott　might　be　right。　The　woman　moved　like　a　dancer；　dodging　the　youth's　every　thrust　and　overhand；　her　blond　hair　twirling　about　her　face。　One　of　the　other　men　in　the　crowd　was　urging　the　knifer　on　with　threats　of　his　own。

〃Stop　your　prancin'　around！　Stick　her；　man！　Stick　her！〃

But　the　woman　wasn't　about　to　let　that　happen。　She　backed　away　with　calculated　deliberation；　turning　and　folding　at　just　the　right　moments。　Rand　could　see　that　the　rogue　was　losing　patience　and　getting　sloppy　with　his　cover；　he　also　noted　that　this　was　not　lost　on　the　woman　in　red。　She　set　herself；　legs　wide；　and　waited　for　him　to　e　in。　Sure　enough；　the　youth　tried　an　over…the…top　reverse　and　left　himself　wide　open；　the　woman　spun　out　from　under　it　and　pleted　her　turn　with　a　roundhouse　kick　that　nailed　him　across　the　face；　throwing　him　against　one　of　the　tables。　The　knifer　went　down　as　the　table　collapsed　under　him；　but　a　second　man；　a　large；　dark…skinned　tough　wearing　an　earflapped　cap；　caught　the　woman　from　behind　in　a　full　nelson。　She　tried　to　struggle　free　but　found　herself　overpowered。　At　the　same　time　a　third　member　of　the　gang　sauntered　in　and　took　the　knife　from　his　fallen　rade。　He　tapped　the　tip　of　the　blade　menacingly　against　the　woman's　cheek。

〃You　can　say　good…bye　to　that　pretty　face　of　yours；　sister；〃　Rand　heard　the　man　say。

Scott　was　already　stepping　in；　as　was　the　female　singer；　who　had　started　to　grab　for　the　knife　stuck　in　the　wall　behind　the　stage。　But　Rand　moved　quicker　than　both　of　them。　He　swept　up　a　heavy　half…empty　goblet　from　a　nearby　table　and　hurled　it；　knocking　the　knife　from　the　gang　leader's　hand。　As　the　youth　screamed　and　dropped；　holding　his　struck　hand；　Rand　yelled；　〃Duck！〃　and　launched　a　second　glass。

Rook　saw　this　one　headed　her　way　and　stretched　herself　thin　in　the　larger　man's　hold；　arms　fully　extended　as　she　slithered　down。　The　glass　hit　the　man　in　the　face；　and　his　hold　on　her　collapsed；　he　was　holding　his　nose　and　moaning　when　Rook　brought　her　boot　down　onto　his　instep　and　turned　away　out　of　reach。

〃I'm　gonna　kill　you　for　that！〃　the　man　yelled。　But　when　he　took　his　hands　away　from　his　face；　he　found　himself　staring　at　Scott's　drawn　blaster。

〃Get　moving…all　of　you！〃　Scott　told　them。

Weapons　were　a　mon　enough　sight　in　the　waste；　but　a　blaster　was　seldom　seen。　Taken　by　surprise；　the　gang　members　began　to　back　toward　the　swinging　doors。　〃You　win　this　one；　soldier；〃　the　leader　threw　over　his　shoulder。　〃But　the　war's　not　over　yet。〃

In　a　moment　the　sounds　of　revving　and　departing　cycles　filled　the　bar。

Rook　looked　disdainfully　at　her　rescuers；　she　recognized　them　as　the　three　she　had　saved　from　an　Invid　setup　in　Laako　three　days　before。　The　redheaded　one　named　Rand　was　eyeing　her　appreciatively。

〃Why'd　you　have　to　butt　in？〃　Rook　said　harshly；　and　left　the　bar。

〃Guess　there's　no　pleasing　some　people；〃　Rand　threw　after　her。

〃Swelled　head！〃　said　Annie；　making　a　face　and　gesturing。

〃Well；　I'm　grateful　for　your　help；〃　said　a　lilting　voice。

Rand　turned　and　nearly　fell　over。　It　was　Yellow　Dancer！　He　hadn't　recognized　her　before　and　could　hardly　believe　his　eyes　now。　〃It　can't　be；〃　he　stammered；　unable　to　control　his　excitement。　〃I've　seen　you　at　least　twenty　times；　but　I　never　thought　I'd　get　the　chance。。。〃　He　turned　and　made　a　desperate　lunge　for　a　napkin　and　shoved　it　toward　Yellow。　〃I　know　it's　silly；　but。。。it's　for　my　kid　sister；　you　know？〃

Yellow　smiled　knowingly。　The　bar　owner　took　a　pen　from　his　jacket　pocket　and　passed　it　to　her。　〃To　your　kid　sister；〃　said　Yellow；　chuckling。　〃As　always。。。〃

Annie　saw　Scott's　look　of　bewilderment　and　said；　〃It's　Yellow　Dancer。　Haven't　you　ever　heard　of　her？〃

Scott　smiled　thinly　and　shook　his　head。

〃Boy；　you're　really　out　of　it；　Scott。〃

Scott　ignored　the　ment　and　turned　to　the　owner。　〃That　gang；　who　are　they？〃

The　man　shrugged。　〃The　usual　riffraff。　Their　kind　seem　to　be　just　about　everywhere　nowadays。〃

〃Yes；　but　what　about　the　local　authorities…have　you　thought　of　asking　them　to　do　something？〃

Rand　raised　his　eyes　to　the　ceiling　in　a　dramatic　gesture　and　turned　away　embarrassed。

The　manager　stared　at　Scott　a　moment；　then　said；　〃Mister；　those　are　the　local　authorities。〃


CHAPTER　SIX

Tirolian　society…that　is；　the　generation　of　Terrans　that　grew　to　manhood　and　womanhood　under　T。R。　Edwards；　Dr。　Emil　Lang；　and　to　some　extent　（by　proxy；　as　it　were）；　Admiral　Rick　and　mander　Lisa　Hunter…took　a　decidedly　different　course　than　its　counterpart　on　Earth　（under　Chairman　Moran；　Supreme　mander　Leonard；　et　al。）。　Thanks　to　Edwards's　chauvinism；　bigotry；　and　undisguised　misogyny；　one　would　certainly　have　been　hard　pressed　to　encounter　the　likes　of　a　Dana　Sterling　or　a　Marie　Crystal　among　the　Tirolian　contingent。。。Scott　Bernard　had　been　raised　in　such　a　milieu；　and　there　were　things；　as　well　as　attitudes；　on　Earth　that　he　had　never　dreamed　possible。
Xandu　Reem；　A　Stranger　at　Home：　A　Biography　of　Scott　Bernard

Ringo　and　his　boys　roared　away　from　the　bar　and　regrouped　at　the　edge　of　town。　Their　cycles；　one　outfitted　with　a　sidecar；　were　well　equipped　with　weapons；　and　it　would　have　been　simple　to　blast　and　torch　the　bar；　but　that　wasn't　really　an　option：　Pops'　had　the　coldest　beer　within　three　hundred　miles。　So　they　decided　to　turn　their　frustrations　against　any　newers　who　might　wander　into　town；　a　bit　of　the　old　ultraviolence；　as　it　had　once　been　called。　Instead；　however；　they　soon　found　an　even　more　suitable　target　in　the　form　of　the　ex…soldier　named　Lunk；　who　had　been　in　town　on　and　off　for　the　past　two　months。　More　than　once　Ringo　had　attempted　to　goad　the　man　into　a　fight　with　less　than　satisfying　results。　The　attempts　had　increased　in　frequency　once　Ringo　found　out　something　about　Lunk's　recent　military　past；　but　still　he　was　unable　to　push　the　man　into　a　hand…to…hand　confrontation。

But　now；　after　his　humiliating　run…in　with　the　strangers　in　the　bar；　Ringo　was　in　no　mood　for　subtlety　or　verbal　provocation。　No　sooner　had　Lunk's　battered　six…wheel　personnel　carrier　lumbered　by　the　gang's　edge…of…town　position　than　Ringo　ordered　his　men　into　pursuit。　There　was　nothing　like　a　little　manhunting　to　pick　you　up　when　you　were　feeling　down。

Lunk　was　twenty…five；　a　huge；　barrel…chested　man　with　almost　brutish　facial　features：　a　wide；　prominent　chin；　heavy…lidded；　soulful　eyes；　and　a　broad；　flat　nose。　He　had　let　his　hair　grow　long　these　past　few　months　and　kept　it　out　of　his　face　with　a　yellow　elastic　headband。　His　size　alone　would　have　given　most　men　pause；　but　there　was　something　soft　and　secretive　about　him　that　often　allowed　smaller　aggressive　types　to　feel　they　could　have　a　free　hand　with　him。

One　look　at　Ringo's　impromptu　roadside　gathering　and　Lunk　knew　that　he　was　in　for　it；　he　told　his　panion；　Kevin；　to　hang　on　and　began　to　push　the　ancient　APC　along　the　town's　main　street　for　all　it　was　worth。

He　could　see　four　cycles　in　the　carrier's　circular　outboard　rearview　mirrors　now；　Ringo's　men　were　opening　up　with　handlebar　and　faring…mounted　weapons；　toying　with　him　as　he　swerved　the　heavy　vehicle　left　and　right。