![]() "Let me see you." "Hot hot hot" It occurred to him that it might really be an old woman, fallen down here and gone crazy in the darkness. "Praise the Lord" "Step into the light," Rhodes said. Now he heard someone running down there-shoes squishing on that shit in the tunnel-and then the choked thunder of Rhodes's voice: "Get me out" The rifle was flung up, but Rhodes held on to the flashlight. Vance had heard an old woman's shout, the sound of rifle fire, and a scream that had made the hairs on the back of his neck do the jitterbug. Put out that hot wand of hell and let's have us a tea party." The flashlight, Rhodes realized. "Where you goin', Colonel Matt Rhodes United States Air Force? Love thy neighbor as thyself. "You okay?" "You okay?" the awful voice in front of him mimicked. "Colonel?" It was Vance's voice, echoing through the tunnel from behind him. He fired again, missed, and then the creature that looked like an old woman was charging him, an arm still covering its eyes and its head thrashing with what was either rage or pain. It bucked against his shoulder and almost knocked him flat the bullet tore a gash across a gray cheek. He couldn't move, and he feared that if he did break his legs loose from their terror lock and start running, whatever was down there would be on him before he could make it the sixty feet back to where Vance waited. Who's the guardian?" It was the question that Vance had told Rhodes the Dodge Creech creature had asked, and now the colonel knew for sure it was no crazy old lady down there in the dark. "God don't like naughty boys," the old woman's voice answered. He sensed a figure, standing just beyond the light. "I'm Colonel Matt Rhodes, United States Air Force" he said. He aimed the rifle's barrel down the tunnel. "God chews up liars and spits 'em out Who is it?" "I don't know," he said, and he began to back away again. #Led halloween 3d printed crackedThere was a roar coming from the creature's mouth like air through a cracked steampipe. And again, and this time wrenched his arm away from her. He jammed the rifle barrel right up against the crook of the thing's elbow and pulled the trigger. A bead of sweat crawled into his eye and burned it like a torch. Why wasn't the thing still taunting him? Where the hell was it? He glanced over his shoulder, quickly shone the light behind him. If alien eyes had never been exposed to electric light before, then. The light was holding it at bay maybe something in the wavelength of electric light, he reasoned. ![]() The thing didn't speak again, and all Rhodes wanted to do was to get out of this tunnel, but he dared not turn his back and run. And first of all, she had to be found-he hoped by himself and not by Stinger. There was no way to know what its intent and capabilities were until Daufin explained why it was after her. ![]() Heading where, and for what reason? If Stinger was digging tunnels like this one under the entire town, then it was either wasting a lot of energy or preparing for a major assault. Maybe it was the sound of something digging, or the sound of a massive thing moving through an already-dug tunnel. The noise seemed to be coming from somewhere to his left. Little scurryings of fear ran in his belly. Or a subterranean bulldozer, he thought grimly. It ceased after a few seconds-and then there it was again, a rumbling like a subway train somewhere beyond the walls. There was a distant rumbling noise, and a slight vibration in the tunnel floor. He heard himself scream the hand had a terrible, crushing power in it, and his wrist felt as if it was about to break. Two metal nails winnowed into his skin, and he knew that if he lost the light he was finished. The thing's other hand closed on his left wrist. After a few more seconds, it stopped in midphrase, and the silence descended again. ![]() ![]() The singing had a metallic undertone, and it drifted past him like a half-remembered Sunday school song from a tinny record player. ![]()
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