"Chapter5" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

the group peered in. The office was still the same : a few file cabinets, a
metal desk with a wooden, rocking office chair, a single light at the desk
with another one in the ceiling, and a small hand comp sitting at the
right of the desk.

'Nothing is missing. Everything is cool...except' thought Nebulus.
"Jack's gone."

"What!?" wined Nemesis in disbelief of wherever Nebulus had
derived this idea.

"The chair's here. He should be sitting in it down in the room"
stated Nebulus loosing his cool.

"Bullshit. He and I changed that last week 'cause he wanted a
padded chair so his butt wouldn't hurt so much" slapped Nemesis.

"Huh!?!?"

"Come on" said Nemesis entering the room and pressing the
correct sequence of keys on the hand comp to enable the elevator to the
comp room. Slash moved the chair out of the way as the plate under the
leg area of the desk slowly began its decent into the comp room. Within
10 seconds it had hit bottom, about 12 feet below in the concrete dungeon
where Jack roamed.

"Jack. Hey, Jack..you down there!?" yelled Slash. No answer.

"He's probably still in the nets. He'll never respond like that"
spoke Nebulus.

"Well there's only one way to find out" said Nemesis as he hang
dropped from the desk edge into the dark pit.

"Don...hunnn....you moron" Slash sighed under her breath. 'He
never thinks about traps.' "Watch out for traps." Nemesis never heard
her voice; his concentration on where he was and not what people were
doing topside. He pivoted left in the direction of the comp room. The
corridor to the room was normal sized with a low ceiling. The walls were
made of cold concrete that still flaked grit when rubbed against. It was
dark with a few streaks of light coming from the room, barely lighting
enough for someone to see. Nemesis changed his eyes to night vision to
see that was up with Jack.

'All right Jack, where the hell are you man.' He peered into the
comp room. The two main comps on the far wall were humming as usual,
the short ceiling making them look larger than normal. He walked
further into the room. The four workstations were still running with
their monitors running lines of info across them constantly. 'Jack.
Where the hell are you.' He lowered his rifle. In fact he lowered it until