about the whole thing? People were dead, and the hard, cold fact was that his companion didn't give a damn as long as she got what she wanted. Sure, RJ had killed a lot of people, but that didn't excuse her complete detachment from the whole thing. David knew that no matter how many men he killed, he would never get used to it.
RJ opened the doors to the truck, then smiled. She was apparently very pleased. "A shipment of the new Z-27 Laser sidearms."
She looked at David. "So, now what do you say, David?"
"I don't know if it was worth it," he said, looking at his blood-covered feet and the carnage all around them.
RJ snorted angrily. "OK, Mr. Conscience. Why don't you jump on your high horse, ride up to the top of the cliff and get our equipment and the truck. I'm sure your conscience wouldn't allow you to dig through the pockets of these dead men and take all their units."
David nodded and left gladly. RJ placed some charges at the bottom of the rubble pile, got behind the truck and detonated. She was good at this. A path was cleared wide enough to get their truck through.
"God damn it, RJ! Tell me when you're going to do that!" David screamed from atop the cliff. "I might have been in the blast area for all you know."
"Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch," RJ grinned. She went about the tasks of picking pockets, making sure the dead bodies stayed dead, and picking up the soldiers' fallen weapons. She had just finished when David arrived with the truck.
"You sure you can load these crates?" David asked indicating her leg.
"I'll have to, won't I?"
"I could do it myself," David offered.
"It would take too long. I'll be fine. When the convoy doesn't call in, the Reliance will send a reconnaissance team, and they'll no doubt be Elite. May even have a GSH with them."
David had never worked so fast in his life. The truck bulged with its load. They covered it with a tarp.
"Maybe we shouldn't take all of them."
"Ah, you worry too much," RJ took a can of spray paint and started to paint her name on the roadway.
"Do we have time for that?" David sounded worried and more than a little irritated.
"Always," she said with a smile. Finished, she threw the spent can down, got in the truck and they sped off.
"I still say we shouldn't have taken them all. It looks like we're carrying something we shouldn't be," David said.
"Our first drop is close. We'll leave the top layer there. That should make us less conspicuous and get some weight off the axle." RJ obviously wasn't worried. She started to hum.
David gave her a hard look, and she grinned.
"OK, OK, I'll stop."
"RJ, just how did you get free?" David asked curiously.
"One of the alcohol tanks on one of the vehicles exploded. By a stroke of luck, the explosion pushed up the piece I was trapped under just enough so that I could get free." It was so absurd that he bought it without further question.
RJ took a coin from her pocket and bent it over yet another link of chain. Coins on her chain, like trophies on a shelf.
David shook his head and looked at the blood on his clothes.
The Z-27 Laser sidearm was smaller and, unlike the bulky plasma blasters, had no kick. It was deadly accurate, and RJ was very pleased to have them to add to her hidden arsenals.
David was surprised and impressed by the piles of supplies RJ had scattered across the countryside. In old mine shafts, under the floorboards of abandoned buildings and in holes in the ground covered with plastic tarps and tree limbs. Apparently she had planned to do more than raid supply trains long before she met him.
By the time they returned to Alsterase, they had hidden all but one crate of the weapons.
They struggled up the stairs with the crate.
"I still say you're nuts," David whispered. "If we get caught with this crate of lasers . . ."
"We're not going to get caught," RJ said as
RJ opened the doors to the truck, then smiled. She was apparently very pleased. "A shipment of the new Z-27 Laser sidearms."
She looked at David. "So, now what do you say, David?"
"I don't know if it was worth it," he said, looking at his blood-covered feet and the carnage all around them.
RJ snorted angrily. "OK, Mr. Conscience. Why don't you jump on your high horse, ride up to the top of the cliff and get our equipment and the truck. I'm sure your conscience wouldn't allow you to dig through the pockets of these dead men and take all their units."
David nodded and left gladly. RJ placed some charges at the bottom of the rubble pile, got behind the truck and detonated. She was good at this. A path was cleared wide enough to get their truck through.
"God damn it, RJ! Tell me when you're going to do that!" David screamed from atop the cliff. "I might have been in the blast area for all you know."
"Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch," RJ grinned. She went about the tasks of picking pockets, making sure the dead bodies stayed dead, and picking up the soldiers' fallen weapons. She had just finished when David arrived with the truck.
"You sure you can load these crates?" David asked indicating her leg.
"I'll have to, won't I?"
"I could do it myself," David offered.
"It would take too long. I'll be fine. When the convoy doesn't call in, the Reliance will send a reconnaissance team, and they'll no doubt be Elite. May even have a GSH with them."
David had never worked so fast in his life. The truck bulged with its load. They covered it with a tarp.
"Maybe we shouldn't take all of them."
"Ah, you worry too much," RJ took a can of spray paint and started to paint her name on the roadway.
"Do we have time for that?" David sounded worried and more than a little irritated.
"Always," she said with a smile. Finished, she threw the spent can down, got in the truck and they sped off.
"I still say we shouldn't have taken them all. It looks like we're carrying something we shouldn't be," David said.
"Our first drop is close. We'll leave the top layer there. That should make us less conspicuous and get some weight off the axle." RJ obviously wasn't worried. She started to hum.
David gave her a hard look, and she grinned.
"OK, OK, I'll stop."
"RJ, just how did you get free?" David asked curiously.
"One of the alcohol tanks on one of the vehicles exploded. By a stroke of luck, the explosion pushed up the piece I was trapped under just enough so that I could get free." It was so absurd that he bought it without further question.
RJ took a coin from her pocket and bent it over yet another link of chain. Coins on her chain, like trophies on a shelf.
David shook his head and looked at the blood on his clothes.
The Z-27 Laser sidearm was smaller and, unlike the bulky plasma blasters, had no kick. It was deadly accurate, and RJ was very pleased to have them to add to her hidden arsenals.
David was surprised and impressed by the piles of supplies RJ had scattered across the countryside. In old mine shafts, under the floorboards of abandoned buildings and in holes in the ground covered with plastic tarps and tree limbs. Apparently she had planned to do more than raid supply trains long before she met him.
By the time they returned to Alsterase, they had hidden all but one crate of the weapons.
They struggled up the stairs with the crate.
"I still say you're nuts," David whispered. "If we get caught with this crate of lasers . . ."
"We're not going to get caught," RJ said as
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