“I’ll give you a flame-thrower. It’s a simple device. My daughter and I will lead in front, and you’ll cover our rear guard. I’ll also entrust you with a wagon with grenades, and fuel. You can’t leave that wagon even for an instant, all our hope lies in it...”
“How did you hide the weapons if the rats can get into the house like child’s play?” “I kept them in a box with mothballs.”
“What can I say, pretty sharp,” I broke out laughing.
The clamor and rustling reached us from beneath the floor.
“Aha, I got under your skin!” The colonel barked under the floor. “So you’ll get yours, scoundrels!”
The door at the entrance opened at that moment and a tall lean girl appeared in jeans and a checkered shirt. At first glance she looked, maybe, 16. Her thick ash-colored hair fell on her shoulders
