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Finally Zek crawled onto the scree beneath the overhang, collapsed face-down there and spread-eagled herself, dug her fingers deep into loose rock fragments and hung on. Jazz stooped, caught her under the arm and drew her upright.We have to get under cover, he said,otherwise -

Move And pray this ledge goes somewhere. Anywhere But if Zek did pray, then her prayers weren't answered.

The stranger held out an urgent hand to the pair, held up his cloak almost as if to shield them. He drew them toward him . . .

Finally Zek crawled onto the scree beneath the overhang, collapsed face-down there and spread-eagled herself, dug her fingers deep into loose rock fragments and hung on. Jazz stooped, caught her under the arm and drew her upright.We have to get under cover, he said,otherwise -

A figure was there, in the cave under the overhang, tall, slim, cloaked. Male, he wore an impassive golden mask over his face. Starlight gleamed on the gold. Jazz was struck with the thought that he looked like the Phantom of the OperaWho-? he gasped.

Zek clutched at Jazz and they clung together. And-

Jazz half-turned. Vyotsky had appeared round the sharp corner. His cruel lips drew back from his teeth as he lined-up his SMG on the pair he pursued. But from behind him:

The stranger held out an urgent hand to the pair, held up his cloak almost as if to shield them. He drew them toward him . . .

Zek was dangling now, one elbow hooked over the rim of the ledge, the rest of her kicking and swinging. Only Jazz's grip on her offered any stability at all.Oh, God

Move And pray this ledge goes somewhere. Anywhere But if Zek did pray, then her prayers weren't answered.

Again the mists parted and the awesome cloaked figure of Shaithis flowed out of them. He looked neither left nor right but inclined his head back to stare directly at the fugitives. His eyes glowed like small fires under the stars.

Quickly said the newcomer.If you want to live.

Edging along the ledge toward the chimney and the cave behind it, Jazz asked Zek:Why hasn't Shaithis called up more help?

A figure was there, in the cave under the overhang, tall, slim, cloaked. Male, he wore an impassive golden mask over his face. Starlight gleamed on the gold. Jazz was struck with the thought that he looked like the Phantom of the OperaWho-? he gasped.

Jazz aimed his SMG, scowled and lowered it.Can't be sure of hitting him he whispered.These things are for close-quarters fighting-street fighting. Also, the shot would be heard.

Probably because he's sure he doesn't need it, she groaned. Even as she spoke a knob of rock crumbled underfoot where she stepped, causing her feet to slip. Her legs and lower body shot sideways, out over empty space. Jazz let his weapon swing from its sling, grabbed Zek's flying hand. He dropped to one knee, raked the cliff with his free hand to find a hold. His fingers contacted, grasped a tough root in the instant before the girl's weight fell on him.

Drag yourself up, Jazz groaned through gritted teeth.Try not to put too much leverage on me. Use your elbows. Squirm, for Christ's sake She did as he said, came slithering up onto the ledge in front of him. He grabbed her belt, hauled her unceremoniously against the face of the cliff.Now go on all fours, he said.Don't try to stand up or you'll be over again. If we can just make that chimney . . . Oh, and then what? But he refused to think about that.

A huge hand fell on Vyotsky's shoulder and he froze. Shaithis's monstrous voice hissed in his ear:Where are they? Did your weapon strike them? I hope for your sake it did not Vyotsky didn't look back, simply continued to gape at the empty ledge ahead.

Jazz aimed his SMG, scowled and lowered it.Can't be sure of hitting him he whispered.These things are for close-quarters fighting-street fighting. Also, the shot would be heard.

Jazz aimed his SMG, scowled and lowered it.Can't be sure of hitting him he whispered.These things are for close-quarters fighting-street fighting. Also, the shot would be heard.

Move And pray this ledge goes somewhere. Anywhere But if Zek did pray, then her prayers weren't answered.

So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment. . . the big Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously at his eyes. They'd gone-all three, gone But he hadn't seen them step back into the cave.

So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment. . . the big Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously at his eyes. They'd gone-all three, gone But he hadn't seen them step back into the cave.

Quickly said the newcomer.If you want to live.

A figure was there, in the cave under the overhang, tall, slim, cloaked. Male, he wore an impassive golden mask over his face. Starlight gleamed on the gold. Jazz was struck with the thought that he looked like the Phantom of the OperaWho-? he gasped.

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