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really need to ask?' Monty scoffed. 'Magic? Ring any bells?'
    Dave held back a snarl.
    Another silence reigned and Dave risked a glance back to check on the soldier. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw he hadn’t perked her interest enough to investigate. Instead she was heading across to the ledge at the far end of the roof, her eyes turned to where the two of her comrades allegedly on watch were really getting down to business now. Even though she looked quite young – Dave doubted she’d be far past twenty – she had that look about her that just screamed bitch and Dave was glad he managed to rein it in before he really let rip at Monty. With the soldiers getting twitchy, it would be best to err on the side of caution. The last thing he wanted was to attract any undue attention. He found that was the best way to get along in the skyscrapers. Keep under the radar.
    Still he couldn’t help thinking it was a bit of a shame. Maybe if she smiled a bit she’d be pretty , he thought. As he watched, she settled on the ledge and propped her gun next to her then fumbled in the pocket of her unbuttoned shirt. Dave could only wonder at the change that had overcome the soldiers during the course of the siege. The rumpled khakis and sweat-stained singlets on display now were a world away from the immaculately pressed and polished uniforms that had ferried him from his flat in Brunswick.
    ‘You know that’s not true. You know I am not just a figment of your imagination.’ Monty dragged his attention back.
    In lieu of words, Dave raised the smoke up to his lips but, during his musings, it had burnt down. He sucked back nothing except acrid filter which did little to improve his mood nor did the feeling of the soldier’s eyes on him during the coughing fit that ensued. Dave let the butt drop over the edge of the building and leant against the edge until he got his breath back, not really registering Monty’s words until the man repeated them a second time.
    ‘They’re coming Dave. I can feel it. They’re coming. You need to stop fucking around.’
    ‘What?’ Dave spluttered, his question directed at Monty but perversely his eyes drifting across to where the soldier now watched him with a cocked eyebrow and a lit cigarette of her own. He saw that he was right about the smiling bit, though he didn't get much of a chance to enjoy the transformation it wrought on her face. Not that it really mattered that much to him. Unlike a lot of his fellow refugees, Dave found it was kind of difficult to maintain an interest in sex. Once the realisation hits that you are responsible for triggering genocide, that sort of thing just takes a back seat.
    ‘They’re coming. The claws in the shadows. They’re coming soon, and we are not going to be able to hold them back much longer.’ Monty’s voice suddenly sounded taut to the point of snapping.
    Dave did an abrupt double take as he looked back and really took in Monty’s appearance this time. He didn’t look good. Even for Monty. His face was even more drawn and paler than ever. The manic gleam to his eyes shining like a beacon in a wasteland of decay. It could have just been Dave’s imagination but he could have sworn the man was dripping with sweat.
    He looked sick. Really, really sick and once again Dave had to force away sympathy for him. Had to remind himself that the man had systematically slaughtered more children that anyone would ever know.
    ‘And how the hell would you know that then, Monty? What… you on speaking terms with them now? The way you’ve explained it to me, I’d be thinking that you "Gate Keepers” would be the last people these critters would be going to with info.’
    ‘It doesn’t matter how I know, Dave. I doubt you’d even begin to understand even if I told you. All that matters is that you need to stop fucking about and do what needs to be done before it is too fucking late and you doom everyone. EVERYONE, Dave. With the amount you’ve fucked