"Peter David - PSI-man 2 - Deathscape" - читать интересную книгу автора (David Peter)

The van made a final turn into a final, hard-to-see turnoff, and chugged through the
darkness toward a ramshackle building. An angry barking sounded from up ahead in response
to the ratting of the van, but stopped as the van pulled up and the two men got out.

The driver, Buzz, clapped his hands together briskly, summoning the dog that he had
raised from a pup. He remembered when he'd first seen Mars and judged by the paws that the
dog was going to be large, even for a Doberman. Just how large he could not have imagined as
Mars loomed out of the darkness, pausing slightly to confirm with scent what ears had already
told him.

Mars lumbered forward, the blackness of his fur enabling him to blend with the night. If
he remained still, he would merge with the shadows and no one would know he was there
until he chose to make his presence knownтАФa move that was usually fatal for the unwary.

Buzz rubbed on the back of the Dobie's huge neck, and the dog flattened out his ears.
"Good to see you're keeping an eye on things," said Buzz, and then walked toward the house.

His strides were long, since Buzz was well over six feet tall. He wore faded jeans with holes
in the knees, and an old army surplus jacket. His brown hair was long and straight, hanging
down to around his shoulders but thinning on the top, and his thick moustache was uneven
and needed a trim. His eyes were mostly hidden beneath his bushy eyebrows.

Buzz shoved open the door and was greeted by the sound of a hammer cocking in the
darkness. He paused there and said dryly, "Someday, you asshole, you're going to blow me to
kingdom come before I can open my mouth."

"That'd be an improvement," came floating from the darkness.

"Where's Jupe?" was asked by the other voice, a female.

Buzz chucked a thumb. "Coming."

"How's it scope?"

"Fine, Shai," said Buzz, glancing around. "Can't we have any goddamn light in here?"

"No. Somebody might see us."

"Like who, a raccoon? Gimme a break?" He had put a cigarette in his mouth and was
holding a lighter up, about to light it.

There was an angry hiss, like a snake spit, and the lighter was blasted out of Buzz's hand,
shattering. The bullet smacked into the wall behind.

He stood there a moment, his mouth moving but no sound emerging. "Shai, youтАФyou
asshole!" he managed to get out finally.
 "Filthy habit," came Shai's voice.

"You could've killed me!"