"FWLS29" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"DUCK!!!" Jobe shouted, jumping to the ground. Pausing only
momentarily, Chrissy followed, as a surface to air missile
slammed into left door of Herbert's Sporting Goods Store. There
were a few screams of agony, the sound of a few thousand
basketballs overheating and exploding, and the faint smell of
burning flesh.

"THE JANITORIAL DEPARTMENT'S GONNA LOVE THIS," Jobe laughed.
"HMM. IS THAT A BLOCKADE UP AHEAD?"

"LOOKS LIKE PILED UP OFFICE FURNITURE TO ME," Chrissy
replied (loudly). "EEK!"

"WHAT?"

"SOMEONE'S TRYING TO STICK A KNIFE IN MY BACK!"

"HA. THE ARMOR'LL PREVENT THAT. JUST IGNORE HIM, HE'LL GO
AWAY WHEN HE GETS BORED. HMM. WE'LL HAVE TO TAKE THE ELEVATOR."

There was a dull WHUMPH, and the elevator exploded into
flames, littering bags of musical Battlestar Metallica ornaments
over the fountain. Shoppers charged like lemmings on crack,
clawing over each other to grab them.

"WELL, LOOKS LIKE THE ELEVATOR'S OUT OF ORDER," Jobe sighed
(loudly). "THIS IS NO FUN. WHADDYA SAY WE JUST GO HOME?"

"WHAT?"

"I SAID, LET'S JUST GO HOME!"

"SOUNDS FINE HERE!" Chrissy said, as the man trying to stab
her got bored and left.

"ALRIGHT. YOU STAY HERE, I JUST GOTTA GET A BABY BURPEE
DOLL FOR MY DAUGHTER. BE RIGHT BACK," he said, pulling out a
large bowie knife and holding it between his teeth. He flashed a
thumbs up and dived into the fray, swimming through the sea of
shoppers towards the Toys Be We store.

Chrissy wiped away some vomit from a nearby bench and had a
seat, examining the lovely holiday displays instead of the
beatings in front of her. Only about three of them weren't on
fire, however.

A Kiddie Hovertank from the top floor soared over the
handrail, spinning out of control and exploding violently against
the wall ten feet away. The blast threw Chrissy off of her seat