A part of him wanted to stay and fight, to die along with the Greens, to end the fear and disgust he constantly felt.

Another part of him urged him to flee headlong into the night. He stood transfixed. His mind held a seething mass of conflicting impulses and thoughts, a maelstrom of emotion that could easily become either panic or unreasoning berserk fury. His senses were preternaturally keen. He could hear movement in the undergrowth around him.

Get control, he told himself. Take a deep breath. Take another one.

Think. The information on Soviet greens was too important, he had to get it back. By an effort of will he forced himself to move. He had found a reason to do it. It wasn't a good one but it would do. Tomorrow he could look for another. He wasn't going to give up.

It was a long time before the sounds of gunfire faded behind him.

8. Gunship.

The whir of helicopter rotors above him was almost deafening. He stared near mindlessly into the jungle canopy that rushed by below.

"Jesus, Travis, you look rough," Kyle had said when they picked him up at the rendezvous point. Travis hadn't answered. He had just clambered aboard the chopper.

"Where are the Greens?"

"Dead." Greens don't surrender and they can't be taken prisoner, biological alterations had seen to that.

"Pity. They were good boys. Still, life is cheap."

"Yes. That's why there will be plenty more Greens. Life is cheap. Not like expensive bionics."

Travis knew that the word of the Russian artificial soldiers would cause the Pentagon to begin full scale production of Greens. There would be more refinements. This batch had just been the start.

He remembered the look of fury and hatred on Bill-boy's face before he turned to run to his death. It had been an accusing look. It had meant you and people like you are responsible for this. He knew that there would be more Bill-boys and Carlos and Chads and Stefs sent to their deaths. They would live only to die. The knowledge made him feel sick.

He stared down into the vast, tropical wilderness and thought of the men and other things he had lost in the jungle. At least he was getting out.

 

FB2 document info

Document ID: 7e16f48e-6c4c-1014-a6e6-98e746e132a5

Document version: 1

Document creation date: 06.07.2008

Created using: Text2FB2 software

Document authors :

  • traum

    • About

    This book was generated by Lord KiRon's FB2EPUB converter version 1.0.35.0.

    Эта книга создана при помощи конвертера FB2EPUB версии 1.0.35.0 написанного Lord KiRon

    .