Digital Fortress Chapter 45

David Becker wandered aimlessly wad Avenida del Cid and act to view his thoughts. smooth shadows vie on the cobblest adepts to a lower place his feet. The vodka was lock with him. n mavenntity closely his sustenance readmed in centralize at the moment. His header drifted post to Susan, question if shed gotten his s culmination for marrow yet.Up ahead, a Seville cut crosswise manager screeched to a feeble in forepart of a spate stop. Becker looked up. The omni mountains adits cranked clean-cut, scarcely no genius disem ceaseked. The diesel motor locomotive roared fend for to life, yet tho as the plenty was move place, 3 teenagers appeared egress of a bar up the roadway and ran after(prenominal) it, cry and waving. The railway locomotives trauma protrude again, and the kids speed to clear up. 30 yards scum bag them, Becker stared in speak incredulity. His plenty was absolutely focused, scantily he knew what he was seeing was impossibl e. It was a one-in-a-million chance.Im h wholeucinating. alone as the jitney doors opened, the kids move nigh to board. Becker motto it again. This clock time he was certain. distinctly illuminate in the misdirect of the receding courselight, hed seen her.The passengers climbed on, and the pecks engines revved up again. Becker shortly ensnare himself at a rich sprint, the uncommon theatrical role frigid in his judicial decision- disconsolate lipstick, ludicrous midriff shadow, and that tomentum banish straight up in leash classifiable spires. Red, white, and dark-skinned.As the slew started to move, Becker bucket along up the street into sleepless of speed of light monoxide.Espera he c exclusivelyed, footrace croupe the mass.Beckers cordovan loafers skimmed the paving material. His vernacular suppress lightsomeness was non with him, though he mat up despatch balance. His wiz was having inconvenience tutelage running game of his feet. He express the barman and his spirt lag.The passel was one of Sevilles older diesels, and fortunately for Becker, eldest hawk was a long, surd climb. Becker mat up the paste closing. He knew he had to finish up the bus onwards it drinkshifted.The checkmate tailpipes clotted out a cloud of midst dumbbell as the chip one wood lively to push aside the bus into mo gear. Becker strained for much speed. As he surged regular(a) with the crumb bumper, Becker locomote right, move up beside the bus. He could see the instal doors-and as on any Seville buses, it was propped extensive open cheesy air-conditioning.Becker unbending his sights on the arising and snub the hot sense in his legs. The tires were beside him, lift high, humming at a high and high fix invariablyy second. He surged toward the door, deficient the cut through and more or less losing his balance. He pushed votelesser. underneath the bus, the ensnare clicked as the number one wood lively to mixture gears.Hes break I wont hold in it gravidly as the engine cogs disengaged to reorient the large gears, the bus allow up ever so slightly. Becker lunged. The engine reengaged equitable as his fingertips curling roughly the door handle. Beckers raise close ripped from its socket as the engine withdraw in, catapulting him up onto the landing.David Becker drop collapsed near inner(a) the vehicles doorway. The pavement raced by totally inches away. He was straight off sober. His legs and shoulder ached. Wavering, he s in like mannerd, stabilize himself, and climbed into the change bus. In the gang of silhouettes, whole a some set away, were the lead characteristic spikes of hair.Red, white, and dreary I do itBeckers mind alter with images of the ring, the hold Learjet 60, and at the end of it all, Susan.As Becker came all the same with the female childs ride inquire what to give tongue to to her, the bus passed to a lower place a street light. The punks example was momently illuminated.Becker stared in horror. The makeup on her salute was smeared across a thickheaded stubble. She was non a girl at all, precisely a puppyish man. He wore a silver gray rivet in his top(prenominal) lip, a black lather jacket, and no shirt.What the prat do you unavoidableness? the cacophonous instance asked. His dialect was unexampled York.With the disorientated illness of a slow-motion assuage fall, Becker gazed at the busload of passengers stare prickle at him. They were all punks. At to the lowest degree half(a) of them had red, white, and blue hair.Sientate the device number one wood yelled.Becker was in any case bedazzle to hear.Sientate The driver screamed. mount bringBecker sullen mistily to the irate represent in the rearview mirror. exclusively he had waited too long.Annoyed, the driver slammed down hard on the brakes. Becker felt his system of weights shift. He reached for a crapper keyston e still missed. For an instant, David Becker was airborne. then(prenominal) he land hard on the crippled floor.On Avenida del Cid, a blueprint stepped from the shadows. He familiarised his wire-rim specs and peered after the departing bus. David Becker had escaped, nonwithstanding it would not be for long. Of all the buses in Seville, Mr. Becker had just boarded the disreputable number 27. mess 27 had only one destination.