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"Back!" Ryan yelled

He ejected the clip and rammed in another from the supply he'd removed from

Panner's corpse. It seemed to him that his people were only reacting. To survive,

they had to get these soldiers on the run.

"Dad, get down!" Dean shouted as he saw the drum rise from the center of the

wag. It looked like a circle of blasters on a rotating wheel, which began to spin

rapidly.

Ryan dived as the rotating wheel spit fire. He felt a plucking at his clothes, small

objects whistling past his ears and through his hair.

Trank darts.

His last conscious thought was that someone wanted very badly to take them

alive.

Why?

Rat King

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# 51 in the Deathlands series

James Axler

May we not who are partakers of their brotherhood claim that in a small way at

least we are partakers of their glory? Certainly it is our duty to keep these

traditions alive and in our memory, and to pass them on untarnished to those who

come after us.

—Rear Admiral Albert Gleaves, USN, 1859-1937

THE SAGA

This world is their legacy, a world born in the violent nuclear spasm of 2001 that

was the bitter outcome of a struggle for global dominance.

There is no real escape from this shockscape where life always hangs in the

balance, vulnerable to newly demonic nature, barbarism, lawlessness.

But they are the warrior survivalists, and they endure—in the way of the lion, the

hawk and the tiger, true to nature's heart despite its ruination.

Ryan Cawdor: The privileged son of an East Coast baron. Acquainted with

betrayal from a tender age, he is a master of the hard realities.

Krysty Wroth: Harmony ville's own Titian-haired beauty, a woman with the

strength of tempered steel. Her premonitions and Gaia powers have been fostered

by her Mother Sonja.

J. B. Dix, the Armorer: Weapons master and Ryan's close ally, he, too, honed his

skills traversing the Deathlands with the legendary Trader.

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Doctor Theophilus Tanner: Torn from his family and a gentler life in 1896, Doc

has been thrown into a future he couldn't have imagined.

Dr. Mildred Wyeth: Her father was killed by the Ku Klux Klan, but her fate is

not much lighter. Restored from predark cryogenic suspension, she brings

twentieth-century healing skills to a nightmare.

Jak Lauren: A true child of the wastelands, reared on adversity, loss and danger,

the albino teenager is a fierce fighter and loyal friend.

Dean Cawdor: Ryan's young son by Sharona accepts the only world he knows,

and yet he is the seedling bearing the promise of tomorrow.

In a world where all was lost, they are humanity's last hope…

Prologue

The old man was going to die soon. He knew it, and so did the others. They could

feel the pain of old age, of a body's survival systems shutting down one by one.

They could feel it within him, reaching out to spread over them. One chilled, all

chilled.

Inevitably they panicked and wanted him detached, their mute cries coming

through on the readings as a sudden increase in electrical activity. Readings the

like of which no one in the redoubt had ever seen before.

MURPHY GLANCED over the shoulder of the hunched tech. His hands were

slow on the keyboard, laboriously tapping in a code to trigger a programmed

instruction.

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Except that Murphy knew there wasn't a code. Wasn't a program.

"Wallace will have to know," he said.

The tech said nothing. He just kept tapping. Tap-tap-tap… even though the screen

repeatedly told him that there was no response from the mechanism.

Murphy hit the man on the shoulder. He didn't often come to this level, and sec

men of his standing didn't bother to fraternize with the other ranks. That was just

the way it was. He felt the small rankle of irritation grow to a full-blown itch of

anger. An itch he had to scratch.

"Hey, stupe, why don't you answer when I say something? You know you have to

answer to superior officers."

Murphy swung the tech around by the shoulder and drew back his arm to deliver a

backhand blow. It was his favorite form of mild reproof, as each of his four

fingers had a thick silver or steel ring rammed down beyond the knuckle joint.

The index finger had a ring with the head of an old god called Elvis, his name

embossed underneath. The middle finger had a skull and crossbones-—the edges

of the crossbone motif would make a satisfying tear on many an impudent

mouth— and the third finger had a five-pointed star that had been awarded to him

by Wallace in recognition of the manner in which he had led the defenses on the

last outsider attack. Many of the scum had been chilled on that day.

But it was the little finger that held the prize—a diamond cut into many sharp

razor edges that could lacerate with only the most glancing of blows. The metal

that held the ring on his finger was thin compared to the other rings, but the jewel

was a prized weapon, handed down his line from the days before skydark.

Murphy relished taking out his anger on the stupe tech, but halted when the man's

face whirled to look into his. The eyes were empty and dull, the nose misshapen

into a blob of flesh with no septum. The mouth was open, jaw slack, drool on the

receding chin.

Murphy gave a sigh of disgust, his anger temporarily retreating. The tech had to

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have gotten some mutie blood in his line somewhere. The colony deliberately

stole women and some men from the outsiders in order to try to keep the gene

pool from getting too stagnant. The trouble was, the rad-blasted valley still

suffered from intense chem storms and the irradiated dust brought in by the

whirlwinds. The poison became trapped within the valley's confines and just

circulated again and again, spraying whatever crops the outsiders could grow,

seeping through the food chain into the animals the outsiders caught and ate.

Murphy's men tried to get clean specimens on their raids, but sometimes it was

just so hard to tell.

The only way you knew was when you got this…

"Stupe bastard, you don't even know what I'm saying, do you?"

There was no answer. Just the empty eyes.

"I'll just have to tell him myself, I guess." Murphy sighed. With exaggerated care

he turned the tech so that he faced his terminal once more. He started to tap in the

nonexistent code again.

With a last look through the Plexiglas shield that separated the mechanism from

the banks of terminals, and a shudder at the sight that lay beyond, Murphy left the

tech alone with whatever thoughts went through the head of a triple-stupe mutie

bastard.

MURPHY FOUND Wallace in his office. As always. Sometimes it seemed that

Gen Wallace didn't move outside of the office, not even to piss or shit. But if that

was the case, Murphy had no idea where he stowed his waste products.

"Sir, permission to report possible code red," Murphy said in staccato fashion,

knocking on the door as he spoke. He clicked his heels and saluted, his arm raised

in front of him. As prescribed, he didn't look at Wallace until his superior spoke.

"Sarj Murphy, report received and understood. What's the matter?"

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