Under the Dome

Andy circled his tree as it came, always keeping the oak between him and the truck. It stopped. The doors opened and four men got out. Andy was pretty sure that three of them were the ones who'd come! out here before… and about Mr Chicken there was no doubt. Andy would have recognized those beshitted green gumrubber boots anywhere. Bitter men. Andy had no intention of letting them blindside The Chef.

He emerged from behind the tree and began walking straight up the middle of the driveway, CLAUD ETTE held across his chest in the port arms position. His feet crunched on the gravel, but there was plenty of sound-cover: Stewart had left the truck running and loud gospel music was pouring from the studio.

He raised the Kalashnikov, but made himself wait. Let them bunch together, if they're going to. As they approached the front door of the studio, they did indeed bunch together.

'Well, it's Mr Chicken and all his friends,' Andy said in a passable John Wayne drawl. 'How you doing, boys?'

They started to turn. For you, Chef, Andy thought, and opened fire.

He killed both Bowie brothers and Mr Chicken with his first fusillade. Randolph he only winged. Andy popped the clip as Chef Bushey had taught him, grabbed another from the waistband of his pants,: and slammed it home. Chief Randolph was crawling toward the door of the studio with blood pouring down his right arm and leg. He looked back over his shoulder, his peering eyes huge and bright in his sweaty face.

'Please, Andy,' he whispered. 'Our orders weren't to hurt you, only ^:g bring you back so you could work with Jim.'

'Right,' Andy said, and actually laughed. 'Don't bullshit a bull-shitter. You were going to take all this—'

A long, stuttering blast of gunfire erupted behind the studio. Chef might be in trouble, might need him.Andy raised CLAUDETTE.

'Please don't kill meV Randolph screamed. He put a hand over his fate.

'Just think about the roast beef dinner you'll be eating with Jesus,' Andy said. 'Why, three seconds from now you'll be spreading your napkin.'

The sustained blast from the Kalashnikov rolled Randolph almost all the way to the studio door. Then Andy ran for the rear of the building, ejecting the partially used clip and putting in a full one as he went.

From the field came a sharp, piercing whistle.

'I'm coming, Chef!'Andy shouted. 'Hold on, I'm coming!'

Something exploded.

20

'You cover me,' Aubrey said grimly from the edge of the woods. He had taken off his shirt, torn it in two, and cinched half of it around his forehead, apparently going for the Rambo look. 'And if you're thinking about scragging me, you better get it right the first time, because if you don't, I'll come back here and cut your goddam throat.'

'I'll cover you,' Mel promised. And he would. At least from here at the edge of the woods, he'd be safe.

Probably.

'That crazy tweeker is not getting away with this,' Aubrey said. He was breathing rapidly, psyching himself up.'That loser.That druggie fuck.' And, raising his voice: 'I'm coming for you, you nutbag druggie fuckV

Chef had emerged from behind the Meals On Wheels truck to look at his kill. He redirected his attention to the woods just as Aubrey Towle burst from them, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Then Mel began to fire, and although the burst was nowhere near him, Chef crouched instinctively. When he did, the garage door opener tumbled from the sagging waistband of his pajama pants and into the grass. He bent to get it, and that was when Aubrey opened up with his own automatic rifle. Bulletholes stitched a crazy course up the side of the Meals On Wheels truck, making hollow punching sounds in the metal and smashing the passenger-side window to glistening crumbs. A bullet whined off the strip of metal at the side of the windshield.

Chef abandoned the garage door opener and returned fire. But the element of surprise was gone, and Aubrey Towle was no sitting duck. He was weaving from side to side and heading toward the radio tower. It wouldn't provide cover, but it would clear Searles's line of fire.

Aubrey's clip ran dry, but the last bullet in it grooved the left side of Chef's head. Blood flew and a clump of hair fell onto one of Chef's thin shoulders, where it stuck in his sweat. Chef plopped down on his ass, momentarily lost his hold on GOD'S WARRIOR, then regained it. He didn't think he was seriously wounded, but it was high time for Sanders to come if he could still do so. Chef Bushey stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

Aubrey Towle reached the fence surrounding the radio tower just as Mel opened fire again from the edge of the woods. Mel's target this time was the rear end of the Meals On Wheels truck. The slugs tore it open in metal hooks and flowers. The gas tank exploded and the truck's rear half rose on a cushion of flame.