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The singing had a metallic undertone, and it drifted past him like a half-remembered Sunday school song from a tinny record player.

'Naughty boy' the thing shrieked, throwing up one arm over its face and the other swinging viciously at Rhodes. 'God chews up liars and spits 'em out Who is it?' 'I don't know,' he said, and he began to back away again. There was silence, except for a slow dripping noise. A bead of sweat crawled into his eye and burned it like a torch. Why wasn't the thing still taunting him? Where the hell was it? He glanced over his shoulder, quickly shone the light behind him. If alien eyes had never been exposed to electric light before, then. The light was holding it at bay maybe something in the wavelength of electric light, he reasoned. The thing didn't speak again, and all Rhodes wanted to do was to get out of this tunnel, but he dared not turn his back and run. Put out that hot wand of hell and let's have us a tea party.' The flashlight, Rhodes realized. 'Where you goin', Colonel Matt Rhodes United States Air Force? Love thy neighbor as thyself. 'You okay?' 'You okay?' the awful voice in front of him mimicked. 'Colonel?' It was Vance's voice, echoing through the tunnel from behind him.

DOPEWARS GAMES CRACKED

There was a roar coming from the creature's mouth like air through a cracked steampipe. And again, and this time wrenched his arm away from her. He jammed the rifle barrel right up against the crook of the thing's elbow and pulled the trigger. In about five seconds it had burrowed halfway into the earth. It flung itself to the floor, began to frantically dig itself down with feet and fingers, throwing damp dirt backward upon Rhodes. The thing abruptly turned and, its eyes shielded and back bowed with a dowager's hump, scurried away from Rhodes down the tunnel. Now he heard someone running down there-shoes squishing on that shit in the tunnel-and then the choked thunder of Rhodes's voice: 'Get me out' The rifle was flung up, but Rhodes held on to the flashlight. Vance had heard an old woman's shout, the sound of rifle fire, and a scream that had made the hairs on the back of his neck do the jitterbug. He aimed the rifle's barrel down the tunnel. 'Let me see you.' 'Hot hot hot' It occurred to him that it might really be an old woman, fallen down here and gone crazy in the darkness. 'Praise the Lord' 'Step into the light,' Rhodes said.

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