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.''Maybe I can find out from Dom.Put us together, give us some time.He trusts me.'There was no response.First there was total silence.Then I could make out his voice, but only faintly in the background, like he'd turned to talk to somebody else in his room, or take another call.When he did speak again, there was an edge of triumph in his voice he couldn't disguise.'Gentlemen—'Trainers leant forward.'Aye?''I've got the boy.Everything's changed.Repeat, I've got the boy.The Pole is now neutralized.Go and tell him.He'll take you straight to the film.''Stone?' Trainers was almost licking his lips.'I have no further use for him.Kill him.Repeat, kill him.'The red light went out.The two of them looked at each other.I dropped my head.Trainers laughed.'You'll be more pissed off than that in a minute, boy.'He moved behind me.The kick to the back of the chair was so hard I shot forward.My arse came right off the edge of the seat and dropped to the floor.The plasticuffs slid down the chair legs.Sundance savoured the moment.'Get on your knees and crawl to the board.'I could hear them behind me, rocking the tabletop, playing with the straps.'We're going to take you for a ride on this baby.But you should know, son, you're only getting a one-way ticket.'My wrists strained against the metal.I closed my palms round the bottoms of the legs.I eased first one wrist free and then the other.I struggled to my knees.'That's right, here, boy – walkies!'I sprang to my feet and grabbed the seat of the chair.Swinging round, I squared up to them lion-tamer style, the chair positioned like a four-barrelled machine-gun.Sundance's face hardened.'Don't fuck about, son.You're only going to—'It was his turn to be drowned out.I yelled at the top of my voice and charged.85My shoulder sent Sundance flying.He lost his footing and tumbled over the waterboard.Trainers' eyes widened as I hurtled him back against the wall.The tip of one of the legs dug into his stomach.He bellowed with pain and tried to grab it but I pushed as hard as I could.His muscles couldn't resist any more.The skin gave suddenly, and the rough, rusty tip jumped forward six inches.Sundance was struggling to his knees.I let go of the chair.Trainers slid down the wall with the leg still embedded.His gaze was fixed on the entry wound.He looked puzzled.I leant down and grabbed the wooden stool by one of its legs.The starship flew into the air as I swung the stool down hard on to the top of Sundance's skull.He dropped like I'd tasered him.I clubbed him again, this time between the shoulders.The third blow smashed into the back of his neck.His body convulsed like he was having a fit.Blood poured from his head.I brought it down again, crushing his temple.His hands jerked up momentarily, then dropped.He lay very still.'Bastard! Bastard!' Trainers' cry was half scream, half groan.He was slumped against the bottom of the wall like a drunk in a pool of piss.His legs were splayed and he'd kicked one of the buckets over.The chair leg still skewered him.His eyes glazed as he gripped the leg but made no attempt to pull it out.Perhaps the rusty tip was acting like a barb.I ran the three or four steps across to him and kicked into the seat where he'd had my bollocks just a few minutes before.The leg jerked back into his stomach and wedged against something hard; his spine, maybe, or the wall.Fuck him.This one was for Magreb.Dark red, almost brown, deoxygenated blood oozed from his guts.I kicked again and again.I stood over him for a second, my chest heaving.I knew I had to get moving, had to keep the initiative.But I also needed to stop, catch my breath and think.What was the plan? What the fuck was I going to do?Get Dom, and get out.Sundance stirred.He was coming round.I went back to him and brought the stool down once more on his head, then again to make sure he was going to be able to keep Trainers company.I flipped him over and pulled off his fleece.I didn't feel the cold any more – adrenaline and fear had taken over – but I knew I'd need it soon.I pulled off his desert boots, unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans.Trainers panted in the corner like a rabid dog.He was trying to suck air but his body didn't know how to any more.He'd lost too much blood.His eyes were empty.I kicked the chair sideways and he slid slowly to the floor.86The hinges were on the right [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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