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Archer was of course well armed … he even slept with his special homemade steel crossbow cradled in his arms。 Rock knew he carried a grab bag of good weapons under those multiple smelly bearskins he wore。 The bearded mountain man had； for one thing； lengths of rope and steel cable。 He liked to bine his arrows and these cords for grappling purposes … or just to lasso some unfortunate enemy。 Over his shoulder on a ratty leather strap； he wore a knapsack full of ancient musket weapons all loaded with grape…shot and nails。
Chen of course carried sixteen explosive and forty non…explosive shuriken。 He also carried a yarawa stick … for jabbing pressure points … and a set of nunchaku。
Detroit Green carried twin bandoliers of grenades strapped across his brawny chest。 Also； a set of throwing blades。 Plus an ancient western Colt 。45 Rock had given him on his birthday。
McCaughlin was the one with the power…brass knuckles。 It added to the force of his fists； the explosive…bolt knuckles would do what the crushing power of his massive shoulders wouldn't do to a door or wall or person。 The big trail cook also had taken to carrying a boomerang … he had been taught its use by a friendly Australian rade some time ago。
Rona carried her crossbow of aluminum and a quiver of arrows。 Lighter than Archer's heavy homemade weapon of steel and wood； yet deadly。 Rona Wallender's arrows were tipped with poisons。 Lots of different poisons。 Plus she carried her 〃lady's weapon〃 … a tiny derringer…type pistol with 。22 bullets in a handle clip。 Bullets tipped with poison too。
Scheransky carried the Russian weapons of choice … the bludgeon； plus a Dragunov sniper rifle and the laser…honed short sword in his belt。
Thus armed； the Freefighters could take on platoons of Soviet special forces。 And they might have to； Rockson thought。 They might just have to do just that。。。 For America was crawling with the Soviet invaders。
〃Too bad we can't take along a tank；〃 McCaughlin joked as the loaded sleds and their earnest drivers waited for the steel doors to open to the outside world of terror。
〃Yeah；〃 Rockson quipped； 〃or a few pieces of artillery。 Snow or no snow； I doubt the Soviets have stopped patrolling the area between here and Mexico。 They like winter； right； Scheransky？〃
〃Indubitably； Russians like winter。 Why； in Moscow； we even eat ice cream in weather like this。。。〃 Scheransky said。
〃Make mine tutti…frutti；〃 said Detroit。 〃Look； the sun is out。〃
It was out。 The door slid open to reveal a clear day。 There was a pleasant pink…ocher sunrise sending multiple beams of light up over the craggy ice…laden peaks of the Rocky Mountains to the east。
〃Red sky in morning； sailor take warning。。。〃 Rockson muttered。
〃What did you say？〃 Detroit yelled over the din of the eager wolf…dogs。
〃The weather could change for the worse soon；〃 Rock rephrased。
Archer slid his sled right past the Doomsday Warrior's the minute the three teams of six dogs each had gotten out on the slope heading down from Carson Mountain。 The damned dogs obeyed his every mutter。 Perhaps it was his smell that ingratiated the big mountainman to the dogs； Rock thought。 Whatever it was； Archer was the only one who didn't have to use a whip on the beasts to steer them。
Those Freefighters who weren't driving the sleds rode alongside； tethered by rope； sliding along on their short steel skis。 Danik was apparently having a ball on his skis； despite very little training in their use。 He slid up alongside Rockson and said； 〃The sunrise is so beautiful。 So many colors。 It's sad my friends are not here to see us and this beautiful day。〃
〃Just a typical sunrise；〃 Rock smiled； 〃Evidently you like the surface world。〃
〃Yes； it is most fascinating and beautiful。〃
For hours they traversed country Rock knew well。 The landscape was muted by gentle deep waves of brilliant white。 The snow goggles … slits in plastic … helped shield their eyes。 Still； Rockson was relieved when some clouds showed up to dim the scenery a bit。
〃Mush； you mutated Americansky huskies； mush〃 Scheransky cried out。 It was his turn to navigate the first sled and he was doing it with relish。 Rona steered the second sled expertly alongside him。 Rock trailed； happy to give up the lead。 The wolf…dogs howled their triple…tooth best and pulled the sleds mightily。 At first they were difficult to control； but then the 〃dogs〃 settled down。 They pulled the heavily laden sleds like they were lightweight paper。
〃I think this is going to work fine。〃 Rock yelled over the snorting and howling to Rona。 〃If they stop making so much noise。〃
〃They'll quiet down … they're excited and happy to be out in the real world； that's all。〃
With cracks of the whips； they were speeding along at fifty miles per hour； sliding down the steep incline of a blanket of hard packed snow。 The best way to travel； Rock thought。
Rockson considered the plan rather loosely conceived。 Lots of things never done before were being attempted here。 He hoped to god it would all work。 The sleds； for instance。 Would they hold up？ Sure； they'd last for the trek to the damned President museum or whatever the hell it was。 But if they went further … would they hold up？ And Danik … he was doing fine so far； but he was a delicate sort。 Might not fare well in hardships to e。 And the mission would have to be aborted if the notebook they were after was missing。 Or if the notes in it didn't have useful bearings。 And things were even vaguer for when … and if … they got to Eden。 Danik wanted them to hide in the lake area of the underground biosphere and wait for members of his dissenter group to join them； and then make plans in concert with these Edenites。 Rock didn't like this plan。 He would think of another one； if and when they got there。
He half…laughed。 Only the fate of the world hung on these many variables。 God； what if Stafford had already decided to release the deadly vial of germs into the atmosphere？ Nobody knew what fiendish concoction Factor Q was； or how to immunize anyone against it。 The one thing Danik did know about the deadly virus was that it took only one day to kill after a person was infected。 Great。 Rock watched the parka…clad woman slide along on skis。
Rona had earned her entry into the mission。 Without her initiatives； it would never have been possible。 She was some lady。 And Rock looked forward to sharing his sleeping bag with the leggy redhead。 A bonus for having her along。 The guys would understand … wouldn't they？ Of course； McCaughlin would tease … but what the hell。 And Scheransky … Rock was proud of the man。
The Russian was an asset。 A man who Rock had e to admire； as much for his courage and open…mindedness as for his technical knowledge。 Rockson couldn't get over the change in Scheransky。 The Russian defector was quite different from when Rock had first met him； right after he'd parachuted down from a Soviet plane。 Then； Scheransky had been a pudgy techie； brainwashed into believing most if not all of the munist party line。 Now he was lean and hard； a seasoned veteran of the Freefighter forces。 His allegiance was to freedom now； freedom and strength。 The rest of the team were friends and worthy members of the human race。 Rock worried that some of them might not survive the whole journey。 Just a hunch。 Who？
It was near dark when Rockson decided； by taking sightings with his navigation equipment； that they were nearing the Hall of President's museum。 The Freefighters had shuffled positions again。 Now； Detroit and Chen were hanging onto the sled that the Russian drove。 Each wore the short metal skis that had special almost…frictionless bottoms under their boots。 That lessened the weight the dogs had to pull。
Rockson's sled followed。 He drove its six fan…hitched wolf…huskies relentlessly； and they never tired。 McCaughlin and Archer were sliding along holding on each to their own handle behind him。
Rock hoped that at the end of each day's trek they could find some sort of shelter … a rock overhang； anything。 They had a survival tent； but there was a suspicious wind rising from the east。 The worst storms came out of the Great Plains； where they could build and build； unencumbered by mountains。 He feared the worst。
CHAPTER 7
Rock watched the towering black clouds building over the hills。 Though it wasn't snowing； the increasing winds ing from the blackness ahead whipped through his down coat and threatened to tear off his fur…flapped hat。
Most snow clouds are gray。 Black snowclouds could mean acid snow … the conical…flaked death snows。 No one could predict when the black snow would e to devastate an area； they just came out of nowhere。
A biting cold hit just as the sky became totally dark。 It was as if the sun had set； and yet it was an hour before sunset。
Rockson； anxious to make their goal before all hell broke loose； pushed their teams to the utmost。 The cold ate into his hands； his arms； his legs； despite the thermal layers of synseal and goose down。 The others too by their grim expressions were feeling the sixty…below temperature … and realizing the danger。
There was only open； rolling terrain ahead； but hopefully they could reach the cliffs he could see miles ahead； find shelter b