hacked at her once with his sledge. She shrieked and fell. The women patients began shrieking. Foyle lost count, ran on, stopped. he bellowed. “Jiz!” He heard her voice. He encountered another guard, disposed of her, ran, located Jisbella‟s cell. for God‟s sake…” Her voice was muffled. “Gully, back, girl. Back.” He hammered thrice against the door with his sledge and it burst inward. He “Get staggered in and fell against a figure. he gasped. me… Was passing by. Though I‟d drop in.” “Jiz?” “Excuse in the name of—” Hell of a way to meet, eh? Come on. Out, girl. Out!” He dragged her out of the cell. “Yeah. “We can‟t try a break through the offices. They don‟t like me back there. Which way to your Sanitation pens?” you‟re crazy.” “Gully, quadrant‟s dark. I smashed the power cable. We‟ve got half a chance. Go, girl. Go.” “Whole He gave her a powerful thrust and she led him down the passages to the automatic stalls of the Sanitation pens. While mechanical hands removed their uniforms, soaped, soaked, sprayed and disinfected them, Foyle felt for the glass pane of the medical observation window. He found it, swung the sledge and smashed it. in, Jiz.” “Get He hurled her through the window and followed. They were both stripped, greasy with soap, slashed and bleeding. Foyle slipped and crashed through the blackness searching for the door through which the medical officers entered. find the door, Jiz. Door from the clinic. I—” “Can‟t “Shh!”. “But—” quiet, Gully.” “Be A soapy hand found his mouth and clamped over it. She gripped his shoulder so hard that her fingernails pierced his skin. Through the bedlam in the caverns sounded the clatter of steps close at
hacked at her once with his sledge. She shrieked and fell. The women patients began shrieking. Foyle lost count, ran on, stopped. “Jiz!” he bellowed. He heard her voice. He encountered another guard, disposed of her, ran, located Jisbella‟s cell. “Gully, for God‟s sake…” Her voice was muffled. “Get back, girl. Back.” He hammered thrice against the door with his sledge and it burst inward. He staggered in and fell against a figure. “Jiz?” he gasped. “Excuse me… Was passing by. Though I‟d drop in.” in the name of—” “Yeah. Hell of a way to meet, eh? Come on. Out, girl. Out!” He dragged her out of the cell. “We can‟t try a break through the offices. They don‟t like me back there. Which way to your Sanitation pens?” “Gully, you‟re crazy.” “Whole quadrant‟s dark. I smashed the power cable. We‟ve got half a chance. Go, girl. Go.” He gave her a powerful thrust and she led him down the passages to the automatic stalls of the Sanitation pens. While mechanical hands removed their uniforms, soaped, soaked, sprayed and disinfected them, Foyle felt for the glass pane of the medical observation window. He found it, swung the sledge and smashed it. “Get in, Jiz.” He hurled her through the window and followed. They were both stripped, greasy with soap, slashed and bleeding. Foyle slipped and crashed through the blackness searching for the door through which the medical officers entered. “Can‟t find the door, Jiz. Door from the clinic. I—” “Shh!”. “But—” “Be quiet, Gully.” A soapy hand found his mouth and clamped over it. She gripped his shoulder so hard that her fingernails pierced his skin. Through the bedlam in the caverns sounded the clatter of steps close at
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