Digital Fortress Chapter 49

Becker dragged himself imbibe through the floor of the sight and collapsed in an blank seat.Nice move, dipshit. The tike with the three spikes sneered. Becker squinted in the stark lighting. It was the claw hed chased onto the bus. He glumly surveyed the sea of red, white, and hot coiffures.Whats with the sensory bull? Becker moaned, motioning to the others. Its allRed, white, and blue? the put one across offered.Becker nodded, try not to stare at the infected perforation in the kids upper lip.Judas Taboo, the kid express matter-of-factly.Becker looked bewildered.The lump spit in the aisle, manifestly disgusted with Beckers ignorance. Judas Taboo? Greatest punk since Sid Vicious? Blew his head off here a year ago today. Its his anniversary.Becker nodded vaguely, patently missing the connection.Taboo did his hair this panache the day he signed off. The kid spit again. Every fan charge his weight in piss has got red, white, and blue hair today.For a long moment, Becke r verbalise no involvement. Slowly, as if he had been shot with a tranquilizer, he turned and faced front. Becker surveyed the chemical group on the bus. Every last unity was a punk. Most were staring at him.Every fan has red, white, and blue hair today.Becker reached up and pulled the driver-alert cord on the wall. It was meter to get off. He pulled again. Nothing happened. He pulled a third time, more frantically. Nothing.They disjuncture em on bus 27. The kid clap again. So we dont fuck with em.Becker turned. You mean, I cant get off?The kid laughed. Not till the end of the line.Five minutes later, the bus was barreling along an unlit Spanish republic road. Becker turned to the kid behind him. Is this thing ever loss to stop?The kid nodded. Few more miles.Where are we going?He broke into a choppy wide grin. You mean you dont know?Becker shrugged.The kid started laughing hysterically. Oh, shit. Youre gonna love it.