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DAUGHTERS OF BASTET: la decima vittima.
I should have been more cautious. Carver had still the best tracking team ever.
To his left this massive, dark-skinned hulk was Jeffries, and to the right this long thin frame could belong to no other than Andreotti. I knew their weaknesses, but they knew mines. The issue of a fight was, at best, dubious. The only fact that, maybe, could work in my favour was the uncontrolled rage Carver was bursting into.
A saliva filament, colored half green, half orange by pixie stix juice, was trembling under his chin.
- The Ritual!"
"The Ritual of Resurrection!"
"The Ritual of Resurrection through Fire! A method proved a thousand times more efficient than cloning! It was only one step ahead from us!"
His voice, usually poised and cutting, was now croaking and deformed.
"We had already studies about the impact on world public opinion, they were all positive! Every four years, whe would have performed the ritual for reinstalling in the White House a President publicly, entirely purified by fire! That would have given him more legitimity than any electoral process! It would have been the beginning of a Reign... a..... a...... a Millenium long! We had almost succeeded in gaining total control over all the planet's petroleum resources to make sure we would be the only ones able to perform the ritual! "
Watching Carver in such a state of furor obviously made Mr J and Mr A nervous. If only one of them could make a mistake.
"An entire team of geneticists, bio-engineers, biochimists, petrochimists, had been working for half a century on this project! They needed only one more thing : one fucking stupid bird's DNA! and you've ruined all you stupid degenerate bastard, you and that fucking bitch!"
I never liked when people spoke of Kristi that way. I started moving slowly my hand toward the place where the handgrenade was hidden. I froze when he threw his left hand to me, as if he had anticipated my move. But no. He opened his hand to show me, nested in his palm, a small, pale object, the nature of I could only conjecture.
"But with this thing and you as a bait, we will ensnare her! Oh yes we will!"
The sound that followed was in no way human. By the way, I realized later i was unable to tell if it had been emitted by Carver or by Mysterious Stranger.
From somewhere high above in the metal framework, she had leapt on Carver's head, and she had buried her claws in his face.
Then several things happened at the same time.
......To be continued......
DAUGHTERS OF BASTET: la decima vittima.
I should have been more cautious. Carver had still the best tracking team ever.
To his left this massive, dark-skinned hulk was Jeffries, and to the right this long thin frame could belong to no other than Andreotti. I knew their weaknesses, but they knew mines. The issue of a fight was, at best, dubious. The only fact that, maybe, could work in my favour was the uncontrolled rage Carver was bursting into.
A saliva filament, colored half green, half orange by pixie stix juice, was trembling under his chin.
- The Ritual!"
"The Ritual of Resurrection!"
"The Ritual of Resurrection through Fire! A method proved a thousand times more efficient than cloning! It was only one step ahead from us!"
His voice, usually poised and cutting, was now croaking and deformed.
"We had already studies about the impact on world public opinion, they were all positive! Every four years, whe would have performed the ritual for reinstalling in the White House a President publicly, entirely purified by fire! That would have given him more legitimity than any electoral process! It would have been the beginning of a Reign... a..... a...... a Millenium long! We had almost succeeded in gaining total control over all the planet's petroleum resources to make sure we would be the only ones able to perform the ritual! "
Watching Carver in such a state of furor obviously made Mr J and Mr A nervous. If only one of them could make a mistake.
"An entire team of geneticists, bio-engineers, biochimists, petrochimists, had been working for half a century on this project! They needed only one more thing : one fucking stupid bird's DNA! and you've ruined all you stupid degenerate bastard, you and that fucking bitch!"
I never liked when people spoke of Kristi that way. I started moving slowly my hand toward the place where the handgrenade was hidden. I froze when he threw his left hand to me, as if he had anticipated my move. But no. He opened his hand to show me, nested in his palm, a small, pale object, the nature of I could only conjecture.
"But with this thing and you as a bait, we will ensnare her! Oh yes we will!"
The sound that followed was in no way human. By the way, I realized later i was unable to tell if it had been emitted by Carver or by Mysterious Stranger.
From somewhere high above in the metal framework, she had leapt on Carver's head, and she had buried her claws in his face.
Then several things happened at the same time.
......To be continued......
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You have a platinum tooth? wow.