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in a green starburst, and it crashed to the floor.
'Thanks, Duchess,' Anderson called, ripping the magazine
from the dead creature's gun and jamming it into his belt. Then
he told the hostages to take cover behind the furniture. He
turned over a desk and knelt down behind it, covering the main
doorway.
'My pleasure,' the Duchess murmured as she pummelled her
battered handbag back into shape.
'Unit Five, commencing approach.'
The second Land Rover raced across the lawn, gathering
speed. Its occupants hung on tight as it bounced on to the
drive. It hit the front of the new block at thirty-eight miles per
hour and in third gear. The glass front of the building collapsed
in a cascade of splinters behind it as it careered across the
foyer and crashed through the security desk.
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One of the Voracians was smashed to pieces by the vehicle,
crushed against the wreckage of the rear wall of the foyer. The
other was slow coming out of the security control room, and
took a burst of nine millimetre fire across the torso.
'Unit Five, two terrorists dead.'
The three soldiers clambered out of the wrecked Land Rover
and started a systematic search of the block.
'Unit Five, clearing building.'
The SAS units on the roof had begun their descent. They
swung over the parapets and started abseiling down the outside
of the building. As they reached the first floor, they swung
further out, guns aimed. The grenades launched at the windows
blew them out in cascades of fire and glass.
'Unit One, entering building.'
The men swung in on their ropes, crashing through the
remains of the window frames.
'Unit Three, entering building.'
There were several Voracians in the rooms. They were dead
even before the SAS men hit the floor.
'Unit Two, entering building. Three terrorists dead.'
Sarah could hear the sounds of the firefight as it echoed
through the house. She sat on the floor in the corner of one of
the computer rooms on the first floor. She was staring at the
door, her gun levelled and her finger tight on the trigger.
'Unit Four, clearing main house ground floor.'
The Voracian technician was slower than Stabfield getting
out of the computer suite when the shooting started. It emerged
into the corridor just as the three SAS men rounded the corner
at the bottom of the stairs.
'Unit Four, one terrorist dead.'
Clark marked another cross on his floor plan. He glanced up
at the figures standing round the table.
Harry was standing beside Clark's chair, staring across at the
house, its exterior already blackened and chipped.
'Where's the Doctor?' Clark asked him.
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Something pushed the main door open. Even though he was
expecting it, the sudden movement startled Anderson, and he
loosed off a burst of fire. His reactions were faster than his
brain, which noted a split second later that the doorway was
empty.
'Sorry,' he called out from behind the desk, somewhat at a
loss as to how to diffuse the situation.
'That's all right, mate,' said a respirator-muffled voice close
by his ear.
Anderson spun round in surprise, a gloved hand was gently
removing the gun from his grip. Over the unit leader's
shoulder, Anderson could see the hostages being rounded up
and hustled out of the back door.
'Unit Three, main hostage group intact. Bringing them out
now.'
The other units were moving through the house. At each
room they smashed open the door, and hurled in a stun
grenade. Then they waited for the blast, backs to the wall
beside the doorway, before crashing into the room.
One Voracian waited on the main staircase covering the area
below. It was felled by a round of gunfire from an SAS man as
he slid down the banister rail. The shots caught the creature in
the chest, an army boot caught it full in the face, sending the
alien screeching and tumbling down the staircase. A second
burst of fire silenced it.
In the Great Hall, three Voracians were cut down where they
stood.
Each kill was reported and logged.
Voractyll spiralled and slithered through the systems of the
superhighway. It wrapped itself round nodes across the world;
it crushed local area networks in its coils; it looped its way into
closed systems and encircled secure networks.
As it finished its conversion of a defence network in Iowa, it
circled back to follow an arc out of the main hub and met its
mirror.
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The two creatures surveyed each other for what they
considered a while. A millisecond later, their heads swaying in
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