"Chapter3" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

"Unnatural. You're only the one person in my life that I've ever
seen with gray skin. And a bodybuilder at that. I thought you never put
anything into your body that wouldn't help you grow muscles?"

"It doesn't go into me; it's just sewn on the top five or so layers of
skin."

"Great. A bodybuilder that has four layers of reinforced Kevlar
Type II skin sewn into his skin so he's not only stronger than everyone
else, he also has skin that's tougher than an alligator's." The trip was
silenced from then on by Nemesis' straight face and Nebulus' concern
for what was going on with the nets. Reality came back too quickly.
Turning towards the west side of the city, Nemesis could tell that they
were going to Nebulus' apartment.

'What the fuck are we going to his house for?' Nemesis asked
himself looking around. The surrounding buildings, annoying traffic
and light smog offered no answer. Soon the apartment complex was up
ahead. Solar collectors sat atop the six story box shaped complex, soaking
up as much sun from the hot day as possible. An underground parking
garage door swung open as the car passed the entrance into the
driveway, allowing them access to Nebulus' traditional parking spot:
directly opposite of the door on the far end of the garage. Nemesis
grabbed his bag and the two went up to the third floor apartment,
getting in with the standard code key card. The gray polymetal door
swung open and the two entered the foyer. Thick light colored carpet
covered the floor of the spacious apartment. Nemesis walked into the
living room directly in front of him and looked out the full window at
the nearby city. 'Pretty sad' he thought to himself, putting his bag down
on a nearby sofa. Nebulus followed and sat down, turning the TV on.

"So what the hell are we doing here anyways?" demanded
Nemesis, still staring out the window.

"The others will be here soon enough. Like I said, there's work to
be done."

"Then why don't you tell me just what the fuck is going on then,
if it's so goddamn important!?" he retaliated spinning around to face
Nebulus. Nebulus sat there for a moment, still watching TV. The volume
was low enough it might as well have been off. The spokesperson from
ESPN was finishing a remote assignment to California on the discussion
of the new steroids, the ones that had no physical or mental side effects.

"So, are you going to start taking the new steroids to help
improve your strength? I heard they can't hurt you at all." Nebulus said
still watching TV. Without receiving a reply, he turned to face Nemesis
who was still waiting for an answer. "All right. Jack got word today
from one of his friends in Nortech that said that Operation Revolt was