LA Banks Huntress 10 The Darkness

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Go git Annette and Roshida and tell TayTay to leave the bar for a minute!
Where's Anthony and Rene? Make sure Rodriguez blesses those tables good, yo!"
Chantay came back to the chuckling group with a wide grin. "I just wanna shake
your hand, brother. Heard all about your squad." Carlos didn't have a chance
to answer her before she turned on Mo. "You ain't say VIP-type VIP, man! I
swear!"
Marlene winked at Carlos. "So much for a low-key reception."
Damali set them down on the building's roof. She knew coming out of her first
fold-away, Mom Delores was going to scream bloody murder. She and Inez waited
for the distraught woman to slump against Big Mike's steady hold, but Ayana
loved it and simply clapped her hands.
Gently laying the older woman down, they waited. That's all one could do. The
poor woman had fainted and it was best to allow her to slowly come to, gather
her wits, and then they could open the huge metal door to walk down the steps.
From there, they could find a ladies' room to splash some cold water on her
face. In the meanwhile, they had to pass entrance inspection protocol.
Mike and Damali nodded at the large Guardian sentry that was obviously already
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prepared for their arrival. He lowered the assault weapon and smiled, rushing
over to them.
"You got injured, sis? I'll get a medic evac stat how bad is she? Is she
nicked?"
"No, this is her first flight," Damali said. "But thanks, brother."
Mike pounded the man's fist. "Even though we fam, under the circumstances
jumping off these days, you might wanna make us recite something from a holy
text . . . just my recommendation."
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, sho' you right," the rifleman said. "But I saw her wings
and I figured that was a sign."
"Under normal circumstances," Mike countered. "But like I said, we in some
strange times. Seen some new entities with feathers but they ain't hardly on
our side."
"I feel you, bro. Good lookin' out. I'll pass the word." The Guardian smiled,
his pecan complexion catching the late-afternoon sun. Nodding, he straightened
his urban guerilla beret that was jauntily cocked to the side, causing the
brass and copper Ankh he wore like dog tags to swing against his fatigue
jacket.
"You're Damali, right? Phat G said you'd be here your family is downstairs.
I'm Anthony."
"Pleased to meet you," Damali said, turning to introduce the others. "This is
Big Mike, Inez, her Ayana, and . . . well, Mom Delores, who is having a real
hard time with all of this."
"You hold tight, I'll get her some water and will get a couple of brothers up
here to help her downstairs . . ."
"I got her, man," Mike countered. "She don't weigh more than two-fifty,
two-sixty I'm good."
Anthony looked from Mike to the large, prostrate woman on the ground, and then
his ripped-up T-shirt and jeans that bore bloodstains. "But you bleeding, man
. . . dayum I heard about the Neteru team. Y'all straight, gangsta."
"Thanks so much," Inez said and then lifted her braids off her neck. "My
momma's been through a lot . . . she don't need all this, but there's nothing
we can do."
Anthony nodded again and then shrugged as he pulled out a cell phone. "End of
days, what can you do? She's still standing and ain't nicked, so you blessed,
sis. We'll make sure Momma is okay." He turned away from them and spoke
quickly into the phone. "Send Rodriguez and Rene up here with some water and a
triple-XL T-shirt so the team's strongman won't cause a buzz in the
crowd we've got the rest of the Net squad with two civilians . . . and the
momma ain't feeling none of this. Go light on the weapons, ya mean. If she
sees heavy artillery, you might have to thump on her chest."
Mom Delores groaned and began to come to. Inez and Mike tended to her and the
baby while Damali's thoughts drifted. They were a family within the larger
family. The stakes had risen yet again. She briefly closed her eyes and
blotted perspiration from her brow. God walk with her husband. His nerves were
shot, his father was dying. When was it ever going to stop?
It was only a few moments to wait for water and Mike's fresh shirt, but time
was doing funny things in her mind. It was still the same day, and yet it felt
like it had been a yearlong siege. The bombardment began at dawn with
daywalkers and hadn't let up since. If she wasn't so wired, she would have
done what Mom Delores had done and just laid down on the flat roof.
Damali scanned the horizon, watching the low-hanging sun cast late-afternoon
gold on the monstrous skeletal structure of train tracks looming above. Long
gray columns of steel, stories-high, bisected wide boulevards by the river.
Dinosaur bones, they seemed. At one time that species roamed freely, so they
say. The bones told the story. That was all that remained. Now they were gone.
It left dizzying questions for a thinking mind.
She wondered if humans would finally be wiped out, and if so, then what? A new
Genesis as promised? And who would be that first man and first woman to step
out of the primordial pool, or out of the clay? Would God even bother again
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after all this madness? Would husband and wife still share a rib? After the
Armageddon, who would tell the story . . . or would the epic be left in the
bones and ashes, fossils pieced together by a curious alien species that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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