"Bolan, Mack - Stony Man 30 - Virtual Peril" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bolan Mack)

He released the umbilical and swarmed up the grappling
line. When he broke the surface, he saw the heads of some





of his group already gathered around the ascension point.
"Four."
"I'm on, sir."
"Let's go."
"Aye, aye."
Climbing the rope was difficult, but the trawler's motion
and the spume of the waves made the situation even worse.
Still, Conrad went up it steadily. When he had one arm
over the railing, he worked the zipper on a pouch holding
his silenced Heckler & Koch MP-5 SD-3 and drew the
deadly little machine pistol into the open. He flipped off
the safety, then threw his other arm over the railing and
hauled himself aboard.
The deck was worn, with piles of nets secured around
the bow. Two men stood near the mast, working with the
sail rigging. One end of the canvas had come loose and
was flapping haphazardly. Both men scrambled to secure
it.
Conrad kicked free of his flippers and out of his re-
breather, dropping them on the nearest pile of netting. ff a
fast evac was indicated, he could grab them on his way
over the side. If he couldn't, he could make do without
them, and none of them could be traced back to the U.S.
government.
Water dripped from his black balaclava as he quickly
slipped on a pair of black joggers. By then, six of his team
had joined him on the deck. He slid the headset radio into
place and switched it on.
He waved two of his team toward the men working with
the canvas, then headed toward the wheelhouse with two
more men to back him up. The remaining two went aft,
their H&K MP-5s canter across their chests.
Suddenly a harsh voice rang out, followed a second later
by a blast of gunfire.

Conrad whiffed in time to see one of the SEALs he'd
assigned to the men working on the rigging stagger back-
ward. The SEAL leader lifted the machine pistol and cycled
a dozen rounds, knocking both of the deckhands off their
feet. Tapping the transmit button on the headset, he said,
"We're blown! Move in now!"
He raced for the wheelhouse, pausing at the door as the
two men with him separated. One lined up behind him