"Cory Doctorow - Liberation Spectrum" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

"Don't buy them," Lee-Daniel said. "I can show you how to build them. It's not
hard."

"Where are you?"

"Upstate New York. Near Buffalo."

"If you go to St. Regis, east of you, they can get you into Akwesahsne."

Lee-Daniel's muscles throbbed with exhaustion. He felt the phone slip in his
slick palms and he gripped it tighter, almost squirting it watermelonseed. He
hacked a deep breath.

"St. Regis," he said.

"I have to go," Meatloaf said.

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"I don't like this," Mac said, the last morning in Akwesahsne. The CRTC
choppers had been buzzing the rez for three days now -- at first a few and
then growing swarms of buzzing radio-cop helicopters a-bristle with antennae.
"I don't like it and I want to get gone."
"I don't like it either," Lee-Daniel said, watching the encrypted RF chatter
from the feds spike across his wireless clipboard. They were sitting in a
couple of folding chairs by the side of the bus, eating hard-boiled eggs and
drinking self-heating tinned coffee, waving away the buzzing clouds of
blackflies.

Half a dozen Warriors stood by the cinderblock community center, eyes on the
skies, having a slow, low-key discussion with Meatloaf.

"I want to finish the job, Mac," Lee-Daniel said. "We'll do the perimeter walk
this afternoon and we're done. It's no good to do all this work and not finish
the job." A little girl giggled past him with a bit of surveying twine,
further refining the kids' map of the town center.

Mac looked up again at the choppers. There were four of them now, flying a
slow perimeter patrol. "Tonight. We go tonight."

"Tonight," Lee-Daniel said. "Agreed. I'll make sure that everyone's packed up
and ready to go." He finished his coffee and put on his shades, then walked
over to Meatloaf. The other Warriors walked away.

"Helicopters," Meatloaf said.

"Yeah," Lee-Daniel said. "About that."

"Our people in Ottawa are asking about the helicopters." Meatloaf hitched up