
A bunch of big-game hunters from Texas are flying in. Be here tomorrow. Say they're going in and get a Link or two. They'll show us how to do it.”

Loud-mouthed bastards!”

Will Garett's wife, Helen, just staggered into a National Guard camp. Will's dead; she's been raped. She's being transported to a hospital.”
The phones kept ringing.
Mike rubbed his tired eyes.

Jesus Christ! When is it going to end?”

Telephone, Sheriff. It's Lieutenant Governor Pennypacker.”

Oh, shit!”
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The beauty and beast made it to the lights before they were challenged.

Hold it right there!” a man's voice called, hard and commanding.
Flashbulbs popped and lit the night; cameras rolled. Uniforned men held back the press.
The sentry looked at the mismatched pair, shook his head, blinked rapidly, swallowed hard.

Jesus Christ!” he said.

Sergeant!” he called to a Special Forces man.

Come over here. I got one of the damned things. Well ... one of us has got the other. Miss, you get away from that ... God! what do you call that ugly-looking bastard? Excuse me, miss.”

I call him Freddie,” Jean calmly replied. She patted the Link on his muscular arm.

Fru-die.” The Link grinned.
The men stepped back at the grimace.

Jun.” The Link pointed at Jean. He whacked himself on the chest.

Fru-die.”