"Bunch, Chris - Last Legion 01 - The Last Legion 2.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bunch Chris)walking quickly now, nothing but a tall, slender young man, respectably
dressed, out a bit late, eager to get home and to bed. The first shot rang dully from behind him, from the boulevard, then another and a third. Someone screamed, someone shouted. A metallic hailer shouted orders, inaudible but official; Shit! Njangu unsnapped the belt pouch, and took out a leather-bound book. He resealed the pouch with his burglar's tools, pitched it under a parked gravsled, and went on, strolling now, his Tao-te ching held in prominent view. The temple closed, what? An hour, no, an hour and a half ago. You missed the last trans, eh? Yes, and stopped at a vend for a snack. See, here's the wrapper in my pocket. Good. It had better be. He made another ten blocks before the spotlight caught him halfway across the street, and the sweeper's guns spat coiling rope. One straint caught him around the waist, the second pinned his arms, and he went down. He rolled to his side, saw legs coming toward him, the outline of a blaster. 'Do not move,' the voice said, hard, metallic, robotic. 'You are being and a possible threat to life and public safety. Any movement will be determined as life-threatening.' He obeyed. 'Good. Don't even breathe.' The voice became almost human. 'Eh, Fran. We have him.' Another set of black legs came out of the police sweeper. A boot nudged Njangu onto his back, a beam swept his brown face. One cop dragged the wiry young man to his feet by the straints. Yoshitaro was taller than either of the men. 'Guess you didn't have squat to do with a little B&E back on Giesebechstrasse, eh? 'Bout ten minutes gone?' 'I don't have any idea what you're talking about,' Njangu said. 'Yeh. Guess you don't know anybody named Lo Chen, Peredur, or Huda, either? Among some of your other friends we netted.' Yoshitaro frowned, pretended thought, shook his head. |
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