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forward again. The chanting became louder, but I couldn t tell what
they were shouting because of the noise.
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I suggested that we angle around to approach the gate from the end
where the smallest crowd was gathered. I guess I m not very brave. As
we got close, a nude woman emerged from the gate. She was short
and stocky and not very pretty except for the glossy red hair flowing
down to her shoulders.
There s one! a male voice shouted. The demonstrators who were
opposing the use of the gate surged forward. A shield went flying into
the air as a cop was bowled over. The open path narrowed, then
closed completely as the cops were buried under a writhing tangle of
bodies.
Help! Help me! A woman s shrill scream rose over the tumult.
Hel Her voice cut off.
I got er, I got er! I could hear the drug-roughened voice shouting
in triumph, even over the cursing cops and the screams and grunted
obscenities of the tangled mob. People were fighting now with clubs
and fists.
Before any of us could stop her, Donna ran straight into the mob. The
struggling bodies swallowed her up.
Christ! I cursed. My knees buckled like warm taffy as an adrenaline
surge spread through my body. I would have fallen if Rita hadn t been
holding onto me. I took a step forward while my heart hammered in
my chest, expecting violent action but not getting it. Another step and
my legs stiffened.
Stay here! I yelled to Rita and plunged into the mob. I could have
saved my breath; she was right behind me.
A siren warbled in the distance. I struggled to find Donna. I forced
my way through a forest of thick burly necks and breasts jouncing
under pullovers and worn jumpsuits. Grimacing faces with teeth
bared crossed and re-crossed in front of my eyes, dipping and
weaving. Fists and clubs were swinging. I caught a blow on the side of
my head and another in the ribs.
Dazed, I swung a balled fist at the nearest dirty face. The woman
dropped out of sight and another replaced her. She was waving a
paring knife, but her arm was entangled with two others.
Another blow to the head sent me reeling. Undulating above the
noise, the sound of the siren came closer and closer. I felt a stab of
terror the subsonics must be beating on my brain. It was all I could
do to keep from turning tail and running.
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Rita! Where are you? Donna!
All around me, people were covering their ears to keep out the
undercurrent of subsonic compulsion. I ignored it as best I could; it
helped that I knew what it was. A grubby man was bending over in
front of me. Just beyond him, I caught a glimpse of Rita. She was
struggling with another woman, trying to pull her away from a prone
figure. The man in front of me jumped up, still holding his ears. I
kicked him in the crotch, and he went down, sucking in a gasp of pain.
I stepped over him just as Rita knocked down her opponent. She
tripped her to the bloody grass and kicked her in the stomach, then
stopped to stare at what was laying on the ground in front of her.
The mob was beginning to disperse by the time I got a look. The
homely redheaded woman was barely recognizable. Blood and dirt
and grass stains covered her body. Her one remaining eye stared at
nothing. She was very dead.
A hand grabbed my arm from behind and twisted it up against my
shoulder blades. You re under arrest!
No! No! We were trying to help her! Donna struggled to her feet
from where she d fallen. Her top was hanging in tatters over her
heaving breasts and tears were streaming down her face. It was the
first time I had ever seen Don Donna cry.
The pressure on my arm eased. Beside me, Rita spoke to the cop.
Honest, officer, that s what we were doing. Oh, that poor woman.
The cop let go of me. Let s see some ID.
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