Forget it! I was digging into my pack as I whistled to the
All now safe behind ten feet of solid lead. Radiation proof. If
brighter than their herds.
impulse to pat its plastic fur.
shook his head in a silent no. I did the same.
A big one. Has the communication been set up?
It will take time . .
holding their heads and howling, the fourth one clutching a bloody
detector away and turned to face us and handed me a key.
Halt! our newfound friend (girl . . . ?) called out and we stopped
Unclean! Profane! Leave-for you soil me with your presence.