CHAPTER TWO
The blue-green Mudokon figure peeked his head around the corner, the gaze of his bloodshot orange eyes focused on the two BigBro Sligs that methodically marched on their patrol beats, following combat algorithms built into their cyborg heads. He eyed their Blitz Packer guns with no small degree of wariness.
“BigBros,” Abe grunted. “Dealt with ‘em a million times, an’ they’re still hard to take down.”
He wasn’t the young guy he had been when he’d destroyed places like RuptureFarms and SoulStorm Brewery, or even the middle-aged Mudokon who’d aided Munch in bringing down the colossal Vykkers Labs—and thank the Odd for that! He’d been quite stupid then. He’d had a hard time formulating sentences, let alone strategies.
When neither of the BigBros were looking in his direction, he whipped the last one of the time bombs from his shorts pocket and raced forward. He’d completely mastered the art of walking silently, after all the many factories he’d shut down—some of them with better security than this blighted place. Bigger than RuptureFarms, yet it didn’t quite have the significance that had made RuptureFarms infamous.
He glanced at the BigBros; good, they were still looking away. He set the time bomb against one of the critical points of Meech Processor #4, and then punched in the activate button. Abe raced back for cover, diving into a shadowy corner before the two guards turned.
He felt around in his pocket, making sure he didn’t have any more bombs. Good! He’d checked five times to make sure he’d counted right, and even though he’d forgotten how many critical points there were, he knew he’d packed enough bombs. The only thing in his pocket was the small remote control, which, when activated, would set off all four bombs and turn MeechCo into nothing but a rubble heap.
“But it’s not time for that,” Abe whispered. “Not yet. Time to free the slaves and kill some stinkin’ BigBros.”
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