"Robert Doherty - Area 51 - Nosferatu" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doherty Robert)

Nosferatu went out through the heavy wooden door, swinging it shut behind
him. He walked down stone steps, deeper into his lair. Nosferatu came to a steel
door. On one side was a retinal scanner and he pressed his eyes to it. When the
computer recognized his pattern, the door's bolts withdrew and it slowly swung
open.
The room he walked into was a crypt. In the center was a raised platform upon
which rested a black metal tube. Surrounding the tube were dozens of plants and
small trees, a veritable oasis of greenery underground.
Nosferatu went up to the tube, placing his hands gently on the lid. He leaned
forward until his head was next to the front. Inside was the fourth Undead at
Haven.

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 "Soon, my love," he whispered. "Soon we will finally be together forever."

Puget Sound, Washington

The girl had never been in a helicopter before. She was seventeen and had been
working the streets for only a month. So far the experience had been quite
terrible, but things looked like they were taking a change for the better, much
better to judge by the luxurious interior of the aircraft. She had the entire
back to herself, the pilots shielded from her by a dark glass partition. The
windows were also blacked out and it didn't occur to her to wonder why. She was
too interested in the leather captain's chairs, the state-of-the-art stereo
system, and other accoutrements that adorned the passenger compartment.
The man in the limousine, claiming to represent someone very rich, had picked
her up off the street over four hours earlier, just after dark. Instead of a
hotel, he'd taken her to a clinic, where a silent doctor had examined her. Two
thousand in cash up front had been enough for the girl to allow herself to be
poked and prodded and two samples of her blood taken and tested. Along with the
promise of another eight thousand for the rest of the night if she passed all
the tests.
Apparently she had, as she was given a pair of expensive slacks, with matching
top, along with low-heeled shoes to put on. Then she was hustled back into the
limousine, driven to the airport, and loaded onto the helicopter. The man who
had picked her up had told her nothing more than the amount she was being paid
when he put her on board and shut the door behind her. She'd felt a moment of
anxiety then, but the wad of cash in her cheap

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purse, the only thing of hers she still had, had put that feeling at bay. This
was much safer, in her opinion, than the front seat of some of the cars she had
climbed into during the past month.
The sound of the helicopter's engines picked up slightly and she felt her
stomach flutter as the aircraft descended. It landed with a slight bump. The
door slid open and one of the pilots stood before her, gesturing for her to get
out. She climbed out and was surprised to step into knee-high grass. The pilot
slid the door shut, then climbed back in the front.
The girl looked around. She was in the middle of a small field, barely big