"Chapter2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

Before long, the Black Oil neon sign was a few doors down. A
small crowd had formed out front of the closed doors of the place with
people just hangin' out. A little pushing and shoving and the two got
past the crowd of people who wanted to look cool by the bar, but didn't
want to go in.

Past the doors, the bar was dark as night. Smoke filled the air and
seemed to hover like a cloud just above people's heads. There was just
about enough room to walk around the place without hugging each
other in the process. A pool table could be spotted across the room in the
far right corner from the foyer landing where Nemesis and Zlik stood
side by side, each looking around for someone or something. Most of the
people here were dressed to kill. The styles ranged from very slick to
very sleazy, but all with the intent to intimidate. The bar was centered
in the middle of the place, raised a step above the floor to make it a little
more formidable for stools. It was nice, though, compared to the others
in town. All the walls were old fashioned wood with paintings and
electronic art scattered around. At least there was no graffiti on the
inside of the joint. Looking around produced a second floor of mostly
wooden tables surrounding the outside walls of the place. Round
hanging pool lights hung from the ceiling with most of the lights either
broken or turned off.

Zlik started down the half flight of stairs without noting Nemesis'
intentions for the evening. But that was his style. He grew up on this
side of town, was one of the first to come to the bar when it was first
opened, and will probably be one of those who are killed in it as well.
Nemesis watched him slowly push his way toward the far side of the bar
and begin talking with a few friends that normally were found here
after midnight. Nemesis, on the other hand, slowly made his way to the
opposite side to watch a game of pool before going to the bar for a drink.

"So what's new on the streets" questioned the guy slowly
drinking a Toxic Rum next to Zlik, his long bleached hair almost
touching the tip of the glass during each sip.

"Depends on what side of the tracks you're from."

"The down side."

"Cryon is on the move again and no one knows what's going on."

"I thought they weren't screwing around on the nets yet? Last I
heard, they weren't going after any company takeovers or anything" he
said with a concerned yet questionable tone of voice, still just looking at
his shot.

"Their RAD just jumped and their in the market. Nestroth's
chasin' the rabbit so make sure the field is clear" noted Zlik. He hated