Authors: Taylor Anderson
Firestorm (67 page)
The Grik leader approached Aguri from an angle, leaving Toru without a clear shot. Realizing Aguri’s bayonet was jammed, Bashg plucked a coal from the fire with his claws and held it to the slow match on his musket until it sputtered and smoked. He slid aside the plate covering the priming powder in the pan. “This work now. Less stomachs, lots eat!” he said, almost excitedly. “Us go quick now, do orders!”
Frantically, Aguri released the bayonet from his muzzle and tried to chamber another round, looking at Bashg. Toru was running downslope. Bashg must have realized the fight wasn’t over after all, and before Aguri could raise his rifle, he squeezed the lever on the bottom of his gun. The glowing match descended, lit the charge, and a huge, bloody hole appeared on Aguri’s back as the heavy ball exited and whirred away.
“Stu’id,” Bashg said, surprised. “Lots eat already.” He saw Toru approaching. “Stu’id Jaaph,” he said. “No di’rence. Just us now.”
“No,” Toru snarled, aiming at Bashg’s head. “Big difference. Just me.”
Now, almost ten days later, Toru Miyata was alone. He had a compass to guide him, but it had snowed nearly every night since he lost his friends, and the daytime sky was gray and gloomy. He just didn’t understand the weather, and it was taking a toll on him, despite his dwindling supply of fire-dried Grik flesh. He thought he knew roughly where he was and he should’ve crossed the frontier of the “others” by now; however, he saw no sign of habitation, and he didn’t know how many more miles he had in him. Still, he’d escaped Kurokawa and ultimately the Grik themselves. Despite losing his friends, at least he was free. Unfortunately, if he didn’t find other friends soon, or if this damnable weather didn’t break, he was doomed.
He was roused from his stumbling, exhausted stupor by a terrifying screech and the sound of heavy beasts running toward him. Panicked, he looked toward the noise, knowing his moment of inattentiveness had cost him his life. His panic turned to amazement. Four men, mounted on
horses
, galloped to a stop before him, rifles slung on their shoulders.
horses
, galloped to a stop before him, rifles slung on their shoulders.
“Blimey!” said one bearded horseman. “It’s a man!”
“Ja,”
replied another. “A dead one, if we don’t get him quickly to shelter.”
replied another. “A dead one, if we don’t get him quickly to shelter.”
“Blimey,” the first muttered again. “Looks like a Chinaman or somethin’. Wonder where he’s from.”
“Perhaps we may find out, if we save him,” came the bantering reply. “He must have quite a tale to tell.”
“I do,” Toru suddenly croaked, splitting a lip. “The world’s at war, and the Grik will soon drag you into it.”
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