the city had changed.
He went back to the window.
At first everything seemed normal. Traffic was a little
slow, but that was hardly surprising. As Rudy watched, his eyes
widened as a black shape of some kind came out from behind the
Chase Manhattan Bank sate de sexo Tower. What the hell? It seemed to be some
kind of craft, paralleling the coastline, and as it moved, it
directed a dim red pencil of
light through the dirty air, toward
the ground. Where the pencil touched land or water, destruction
followed.
In awe Rudy put down sate de sexo his coffee cup and stared. What the
hell was going on? He put his face nearer the glass and looked
to both sides. Another identical black ship was moving along the
coast farther to sate de sexo the north.
Both sate de sexo black, windowless craft flew an even course as they
sate de sexo slanted what sate de sexo had to be high-power lasers toward the Manhattan
shoreline. Rudy looked at the nearer craft. From sate de sexo just sate de sexo aft of
the laser's origin, a sate de sexo gun muzzle threw a stream of pellets so
fast and so frequently, there seemed to be sate de sexo a brown shaft of light
right behind the laser.
A deep rumbling sound reached sate de sexo Rudy, quaking the floor under
his feet and vibrating the windows. He had the sate de sexo impression of
thousands of small explosions occurring in the slit
opened up by
the lasers.
As Rudy moved to turn on the radio on his desk, the lights
went out.
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Abby Tersa had left Grand Central Terminal sate de sexo and sate de sexo was on her
way to the United Nations