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possibility that it can be shattered entirely if the people of Antiga rise up
to take control of their own destiny. The Confederate
Marines in charge of the command center are either dead or in full retreat,
while rebel losses have been .
. . He looked at Sarah Kerrigan, exhausted, weeping into her hands. . . .
been minimal. We have a message here from Arcturus Mengsk, leader of the Sons
of Korhal. Please stand by.
Mike popped the preprogrammed cartridge into the player and let the smooth,
melodious tones of the terrorist leader rouse the people to action. Mike went
back to Kerrigan, this time circling her so she knew he was coming.
Her eyes were dry now, but she was shuddering, her arms crossed in front of
her, her reathing in short gasps.
Its okay, said Mike. You got them all.
I know, she said, looking at Mike. I got them all. And as I killed each and
every one of them, I knew what they were thinking. Fear. Panic. Hatred.
Hopelessness. Breakfast.
Breakfast?
One of the techs had skipped breakfast, and he was really regretting not
having had waffles. Kerrigan gave a sniffling giggle. He was about to have
his throat slit, and he was worrying about waffles. She put her hands along
the sides of her head and ran her fingers through her red hair. It sucks
being a telepath.
I ll bet, said Mike, aware that the fear was still with him. The fear that
Kerrigan could cut open his belly before he could even react. And that she
knew he was thinking that.
I know you re afraid, said Kerrigan. And you can admit it. That makes you
smarter than most. God, what I went through to become this, what the
Confederates did to me. Do you know?
I know that the Confederacy has a lot of deep holes to hide their secrets in.
Deeper and blacker than I
ever imagined. Ghost training was for an elite group of carefully controlled
telepaths . . .
Kerrigan was nodding as he spoke. Controlled through drugs and threats and
brutality, until they owned you body and soul. They are no better than these
Zerg creatures, creating warriors for a larger empire.
We have no lives but the ones the Confederacy allows us, until we are no
longer useful, and then we are discarded, lest we create future problems.
Unless . . .
Unless you escape, said Mike. Or someone helps you escape. And he suddenly
realized why this
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former ghost was working for Arcturus Mengsk. She owed him her life.
Kerrigan just nodded in response. There s more to it, but yes.
There were heavy footfalls at the entrance, and Mike rose with his gauss rifle
ready. Raynor s armored form appeared in the doorway.
You children okay? he shouted.
We re done here, said Mike. Center captured, message delivered.
Good, said Captain Raynor, cause we ve got a chunk of Alpha Squad coming
up from the south, and we re going to need all the help we can get handling
them. She okay?
I m fine, said Kerrigan, rising to her feet. You can talk to me directly,
you know.
Maybe I ll just think it at you, said Raynor.
Jim! Mike said sharply. That s enough.
What? Raynor looked surprised by Mike s tone.
That s enough,
repeated Mike, his tone less heated but still grave. His serious voice.
The large captain looked at Mike, then slowly nodded. Yeah, I suppose it is.
To Kerrigan he said, Sorry to offend, ma am.
Used to it, Captain, said Kerrigan. You said we had more Confederates to
kill. Let s get a move on.
She forced her way past both men, phasing invisible as she went.
Captain Raynor shook his head. Women.
Mike softened his tone. She s been under a lot of stress lately.
Raynor snorted. Could have fooled me.
The pair followed Raynor out of the building. Along the horizon there were
small flashes of battle as the
Antigans and Confederates met in combat.
Above them, in the darkening sky, there were other flashes, of another battle.
They danced across the sky like new stars and ended only when a brilliant
meteor streaked across the sky, splitting the screaming atmosphere in its
wake.
CHAPTER 10
THE WRECK OF THE
NORAD II
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possibility that it can be shattered entirely if the people of Antiga rise up
to take control of their own destiny. The Confederate
Marines in charge of the command center are either dead or in full retreat,
while rebel losses have been .
. . He looked at Sarah Kerrigan, exhausted, weeping into her hands. . . .
been minimal. We have a message here from Arcturus Mengsk, leader of the Sons
of Korhal. Please stand by.
Mike popped the preprogrammed cartridge into the player and let the smooth,
melodious tones of the terrorist leader rouse the people to action. Mike went
back to Kerrigan, this time circling her so she knew he was coming.
Her eyes were dry now, but she was shuddering, her arms crossed in front of
her, her reathing in short gasps.
Its okay, said Mike. You got them all.
I know, she said, looking at Mike. I got them all. And as I killed each and
every one of them, I knew what they were thinking. Fear. Panic. Hatred.
Hopelessness. Breakfast.
Breakfast?
One of the techs had skipped breakfast, and he was really regretting not
having had waffles. Kerrigan gave a sniffling giggle. He was about to have
his throat slit, and he was worrying about waffles. She put her hands along
the sides of her head and ran her fingers through her red hair. It sucks
being a telepath.
I ll bet, said Mike, aware that the fear was still with him. The fear that
Kerrigan could cut open his belly before he could even react. And that she
knew he was thinking that.
I know you re afraid, said Kerrigan. And you can admit it. That makes you
smarter than most. God, what I went through to become this, what the
Confederates did to me. Do you know?
I know that the Confederacy has a lot of deep holes to hide their secrets in.
Deeper and blacker than I
ever imagined. Ghost training was for an elite group of carefully controlled
telepaths . . .
Kerrigan was nodding as he spoke. Controlled through drugs and threats and
brutality, until they owned you body and soul. They are no better than these
Zerg creatures, creating warriors for a larger empire.
We have no lives but the ones the Confederacy allows us, until we are no
longer useful, and then we are discarded, lest we create future problems.
Unless . . .
Unless you escape, said Mike. Or someone helps you escape. And he suddenly
realized why this
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former ghost was working for Arcturus Mengsk. She owed him her life.
Kerrigan just nodded in response. There s more to it, but yes.
There were heavy footfalls at the entrance, and Mike rose with his gauss rifle
ready. Raynor s armored form appeared in the doorway.
You children okay? he shouted.
We re done here, said Mike. Center captured, message delivered.
Good, said Captain Raynor, cause we ve got a chunk of Alpha Squad coming
up from the south, and we re going to need all the help we can get handling
them. She okay?
I m fine, said Kerrigan, rising to her feet. You can talk to me directly,
you know.
Maybe I ll just think it at you, said Raynor.
Jim! Mike said sharply. That s enough.
What? Raynor looked surprised by Mike s tone.
That s enough,
repeated Mike, his tone less heated but still grave. His serious voice.
The large captain looked at Mike, then slowly nodded. Yeah, I suppose it is.
To Kerrigan he said, Sorry to offend, ma am.
Used to it, Captain, said Kerrigan. You said we had more Confederates to
kill. Let s get a move on.
She forced her way past both men, phasing invisible as she went.
Captain Raynor shook his head. Women.
Mike softened his tone. She s been under a lot of stress lately.
Raynor snorted. Could have fooled me.
The pair followed Raynor out of the building. Along the horizon there were
small flashes of battle as the
Antigans and Confederates met in combat.
Above them, in the darkening sky, there were other flashes, of another battle.
They danced across the sky like new stars and ended only when a brilliant
meteor streaked across the sky, splitting the screaming atmosphere in its
wake.
CHAPTER 10
THE WRECK OF THE
NORAD II
There s an old Earth word. Its called schadenfreude
thefeeling of elation that comes from [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]