Digital Fortress Chapter 49

Becker dragged himself off the floor of the coach and collapsed in an empty seat.Nice move, dipshit. The nipper with the triplet spikes sneered. Becker squinted in the stark lighting. It was the baby hed chased onto the deal. He glumly surveyed the sea of red, white, and blue coiffures.Whats with the vibrissa? Becker moaned, motioning to the others. Its wholeRed, white, and blue? the kid offered.Becker nodded, trying not to regard at the infected perforation in the kids upper lip.Judas Taboo, the kid said matter-of-factly.Becker looked bewildered.The punk spit in the aisle, patently disgusted with Beckers ignorance. Judas Taboo? Greatest punk since Sid inhumane? Blew his head off here a family ago today. Its his anniversary.Becker nodded vaguely, obviously missing the connection.Taboo did his hair this way the day he signed off. The kid spit again. Every yellowish brown worth his lean in piss has got red, white, and blue hair today.For a long moment, Becker said nothing. Slowly, as if he had been tantrum with a tranquilizer, he off and faced front. Becker surveyed the root word on the bus. Every last one was a punk. Most were staring at him.Every fan has red, white, and blue hair today.Becker reached up and pulled the driver-alert cord on the wall. It was time to get off. He pulled again. nothing happened. He pulled a third time, more frantically. Nothing.They disconnect em on bus 27. The kid spat again. So we dont buns with em.Becker turned. You mean, I cant get off?The kid laughed. Not till the end of the line.Five minutes later, the bus was barreling along an unlit Spanish country road. Becker turned to the kid behind him. Is this thing ever loss to stop?The kid nodded. Few more miles.Where ar we going?He broke into a explosive wide grin. You mean you dont know?Becker shrugged.The kid started laugh hysterically. Oh, shit. Youre gonna love it.