Perhaps because of the necessarily small cast and the closed-off surroundings of the Ghost Sector, Odyssey begins to feel uncomfortably claustrophobic there are not the cameos nor variety of story found in the more dynamic Justice League and Justice League Dark. It is not that Dark's storyline is particularly intricate, but said explanations include heavy doses of time travel and retroactive realities, and that seems a heavy lift for a writer arriving in medias res. 2: Death of the Dark, Abnett provides explanations for all the mysteries that Williamson set up in the first volume, and that seems no easy task (one wonders to what extent the writers collaborated in the handoff). We leave them be?Remarkably for a book as complex as Justice League Odyssey often is, Dan Abnett takes over for Joshua Williamson without any sense of having missed a step.
He risked a quick peep round one of the boulders, eased himself back again.Eight, mebbe ten of them still down there, boss, he reported.The poor bastards are like ostriches-trying to take cover behind stones the size of an orange. Miller looked round at him, eyes cold and still and empty of all recognition, then he blinked several times and grinned, a cut and bruised hand automatically reaching for his cigarettes.Ībruptly Miller's smile vanished and he nodded. They will, Mallory assured him.Just as soon as we fire and they find out where we are. He broke off suddenly, flattened himself in reflex instinct as a burst of machine-gun bullets struck the steep-walled rock above their beads and whined up the gorge in vicious ricochet. The thought of any more slaughter made him feel almost physically sick.They won't try again. We leave them be Mallory echoed emphaticaliy. I was only sayin' what Louki told me, he said defensively. A six-inch mortar, almost certainly using fragmentation bombs-you use a brush and shovel for clearing up afterwards. Guaranteed to turn the knees to jelly, especially after nightfall-but it's stifi the other one you have to watch. Īlso a mortar, Mallory explained.A five-barrelled job, and very nasty. I have been thinking, and it can be nothing else. Miller studied the guns drawn up on the road behind the two trucks and cleared his throat. Gawd help us, Miller muttered.Fragmentation bombs, you said He lapsed into gloomy silence. He reached out for his field-glasses but stopped in surprise as Andrea leaned across Louki and caught him by the wrist before he could lift the binoculars.Whats the matter, Andrea? But he was grateful to the New Zealander for trying to take their minds off what they had to do.Why don't they use them?Īny second now, Mallory said softly.I only hope that our friend Turzig isn't among this lot. That's right, Miller gowled.Cheer us all up. I do not believe it, Andrea said flatly.You couldn't make a mistake like that, my Captain. Almost three seconds had passed before the handful of those who still lived-about a quarter of the way in from either end of the line where converging streams of fire had not yet met-realised what was happening and flung themselves desperately to the ground in search of the cover that didn't exist. Only a couple stood still where they had been hit, vacant surprise mirrored in their lifeless faces, then slipped down tiredly to the stony ground at their feet. Schmeissers-it was no war, as he had said, but sheer, pitiful massacre, with the defenceless figures on the slope below, figures still stunned and uncomprehending, jerking, spinning round and collapsing like marionettes in the hands of a mad puppeteer, some to lie where they fell, others to roll down the steep slope, legs and arms flailing in the grotesque disjointedness of death. With four machine-guns in their hands-two Brens and two 9 mm. His last words were caught up and drowned in the tearing, rapid-fire crash of the automatic carbines. That inhuman bastard that sent these poor devils up that hill, Mallory said quietly.Make a wonderful pietare seen over the sights of your rifle, wouldn't he? But his voice was steady enough as he spoke, relaxed and almost casual.Right. Even as he spoke he could hear the soft scrape as the three others slid their automatic barrels across and between the protective rocks in front of them, could feel the wave of revulsion that washed through his mind. I'll take the white helmet in the middle, Louki. The middle of the ragged line of advancing soldiers, slipping and stumbling on the treacherous scree, had almost reached the lower limits of the blackened, stunted remains of the copse.They've come far enough.
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