She allowed him to get close, then, like an unpredictable animal, she opened her mouth and snapped at his lip.She felt her teeth going in and saw, as he pulled back with a little cry of annoyance, that she had broken the skin. He gave his warped smile again.A woman with your kind of liveliness is much more fun than some docile bitch who just lies there like a pillow. He opened the hatch, climbed into the gunner's seat and examined the shells in their racks.The T55 carried three types of shell for the 100mm gun: Smoke, High Explosive and Armour Piercing.Bond did not have to think twice.The gun was easy enough to load, and with the engine at idle, he could swing the turret and depress the barrel so that it was pointing directly at where the train would appear. Strangely, the only thing worrying him was the very small amount of ammunition in the machine pistol.He thought it would now be about six rounds, which were not enough to take out Trevelyan and his lieutenants. He'll derail us.We must stop Xenia showed some panic in her usually calm and cool manner. I shall enjoy breaking you, Natalya Fyodorovna. She gave a noncommittal nod, just the slightest movement of her head. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.The Biblical quote came back to him together with familiar scents from the past, the smell of chalk and other boys of damp grey flannel and the harsh penalties for flouting rules. He pushed her roughly out of the way and spoke to Ourumov, telling him to stay and watch her.Then he was running fast towards the next carriage, Xenia, with the little Uzi at the ready, following him.Īt the far end a monitor linked them with a camera set high at the front of the engine.When he saw the tank, stationary on the rails ahead as they closed fast, Trevelyan uncharacteristically sighed, then made a noise which mingled anger with a hint of admiration.Only James Bond,' he muttered. He must have sensed that she was trying to pull back from him. Trevelyan and Xenia had moved forward into the Communications Carriage, filled with state-of-the-art computers and communications electronics which would keep them in touch with the entire world if need be. She did not see his hand come up to slap her hard, only feeling the sting of sudden pain as her head was pushed sideways.You bastard,' she spat at him. It was yet another calculated risk, for Trevelyan might easily play things safe and back up as soon as the tank was spotted: a move that could quickly take the train out of range.He was also gambling on Natalya being held somewhere in the rear of the carriages.He would only have one chance, one shell to take out the engine, and almost as soon as he had depressed the firing button it would be necessary for him to be up and away through the hatch. As he came even closer she smelled a cologne and coffee, but something else.For a second she could not place it, then realised that it was the smell of burning flesh, and she did not know whether she was imagining this or not.Someone had once told her that when it rained in Berlin you could still smell the burning of that city: the hint of how it had smelled after countless bombings and the final bombardment that had taken place fifty years ago, during the war.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |