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Eve of the Hurricane
CHAPTER TEN
CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD ... YE NOT GUILTY
"Mr. Beck."
Beck looked up from the cockpit of Big Fau. "Yeah, Clown-Boy?"
Alan Gabriel pinched the lapels of his striped suit. "I trust all is in readiness for our abduction of doll-girl?"
Beck nodded. "Yeah, yeah, all ready - still on for tomorrow night."
"Oh, no - bright and early tomorrow morning, when the Negotiator is still sleeping." He leaned into the cockpit. "Isn't it funny? Who knew androids could get pregnant?"
"Pregnant?" Beck repeated. He chuckled. "That's absolutely ridiculous."
"Yes. The little doll girl is carrying child. Funny, isn't it? Almost hysterical, actually." His red lips sneered. "So, do be careful with the goods when she is 'escorted' back here, will you?"
"Why?" Beck asked.
"Because ... " He giggled. "I want the pleasure of finding it out for myself - by ripping everything out."
Beck felt like someone had poured ice water down the center of his back. He struggled to keep the horror he felt from showing as Alan turned and giggled his way out of the hangar.
"And Crow Boy called me sick - "
Beck turned back to running basic codes on Big Fau. "You know, Big Tin-Plated Bitch, if I'm really this Machina of yours, I can understand why I took you apart and scattered you across the landscape - you end up with nucking futs for Dominuses." A sharp pain screeched through his forehead and he automatically added, "I meant 'Domini', okay, don't have a hissy fit."
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The hum of electronic equipment filled the room the woman was in, her strong hands wrapping a bandage around her head and over her left eye.
"Soon," she breathed in a thick accent. "Soon you shall return, my little Wings of the Beast. Mildred dare not tell you ... but I shall!"
The monitor mirrored her cold smirk.
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