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I slapped Bill's arm, grabbed Gwen's shoulders, and down we went, below the
driver's port and somewhat protected by the steel side of the bus. As I ducked
for cover I saw a flash from the strange vehicle.
Our bus rolled to a stop with the other vehicle right in front of us.
Auntie stood up.
They cut her down.
Gwen got the man who beamed Auntie, resting her Miyako on the sill of the
port-she got him in the lens of his helmet, the best way to shoot a man in a
p-suit if you are using bullets rather than laser. I got the driver, aiming
carefully as my cane shoots only five times-and no more ammo closer than Golden
Rule (in my duffel, damn it). Other suited figures came pouring out the sides of
the attacking craft. Gwen raised up a little and went on shooting.
All this took place in the ghostly quiet of vacuum.
I started to add my fire to Gwen's, when still another vehicle showed up.
Not a rolligon but related to one-but not any contraption I ever saw before. It
had only one tire, a supergiant doughnut at least eight meters high. Maybe ten.
The hole in the doughnut was crowded with what may have been (or had to be?) its
power plant. Extending out from this hub on each side was a cantilevered
platform. On the upper side of each platform, both port and starboard, a gunner
was strapped into a saddle. Below the gunner was the pilot, or driver, or
engineer-one on each side and don't ask me how they coordinated
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