But only one guy's taking uggs discount aim. And the thing he's aiming at her is huge. The barrel is the size of a baseball bat. She can see the muzzle flash poke out of it, wreathed in a sudden doughnut of white smoke. It's not pointed right at her; it's aimed in front of her.
     The stun bunny lands on the street, dead ahead, bounces up in the air, and detonates at an altitude of twenty feet.
     The next quarter of a second: There's no bright flash to blind her, and so she can actually see the shock ugg boots on sale wave spreading outward in a perfect sphere, hard and palpable as a ball of ice. Where the sphere contacts the street, it makes a circular wave front, making pebbles bounce, flipping old McDonald's containers that have long been smashed flat, and coaxing fine, flourlike dust out of all the tiny crevices in the pavement, so that it sweeps across the road toward her like a microscopic blizzard. Above it, the shock wave hangs in the air, rushing toward her at the speed of sound, a discout ugg boots lens of air that flattens and refracts everything on the other side. She's passing through it.
     Chapter 70
     As Hiro crests the pass on his motorcycle at five in the morning, the town of Port Sherman, Oregon, is suddenly laid out before him: a flash of yellow loglo wrapped into a vast U-shaped valley that was ground out of the rock, a long time ago, by a big tongue of ice in an epochal period of geological cunnilingus. There is just a light dusting of gold around discount uggs for women the edges where it fades into the rain forest, thickening and intensifying as it approaches the harbor -- a long narrow fjordlike notch cut into the straight coastline of Oregon, a deep cold trench of black water heading straight out to Japan.
     Hiro's back on the Rim again. Feels good after that night ride through the sticks. Too many rednecks, too many mounties.
     Even from ten miles away and a mile above, it's not a pretty sight. Farther away from the central harbor district, Hiro can make ugg boots on sale out a few speckles of red, which is a little better than the yellow. He wishes he could see something in green or blue or purple, but there don't seem to be any neighborhoods done up in those gourmet colors.
     But then this isn't exactly a gourmet job.
     He rides half a mile off the road, sits down on a flat rock in an open space -- ambush-proof, more or less -- and goggles into the Metaverse.