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

The door swung open and she threw herself into the arms of the figure in the
darkened hallway.
Then screamed as she recognized her momentary savior as her pursuer.
He held her tight as she fought to break free with the little energy she had
left. He leaned his head close to hers, his breath on her neck as he whispered
to her, like a lover would.

22

"I was made Vampyr, in the First Age of Egypt, during the reign of the Gods,
when they walked openly upon the Earth, the son of the God Amun and a human High
Consort. I bring you honor by taking you."
And then he did just that.
Minutes later Vampyr looked down on her pale corpse.
With one arm he lifted her and carried her a short way down the tunnel to a
two-foot-square iron door set at waist height. He opened the door and threw the
body in, listening to it tumble as it fell down the old mine shaft for over
three hundred feet before landing with a splash in a flooded cavern. He shut the
door.
Then he made his way farther along the tunnel, stopping at a stainless-steel
door. He placed his forehead against a rubber buffer, pressing his eyes against
the scanners. His retinas were checked. Then he entered a code only he knew on a
numeric keypad, his fingers flying over the keys faster than any human could
ever hope to imitate, entering twenty-seven numbers in the appropriate sequence
in less than four seconds. Last, but not least, he removed what appeared to be
an old-fashioned key from a chain around his neck and inserted it in the
keyhole. While the key looked old, it was state-of-the-art, sending the correct
electrical impulse to the last hold on the door's locks.
With muted clicks, the fourteen two-inch-thick steel bolts holding the door in
place retracted and the door slowly swung open on powerful hydraulic arms. The
chamber beyond was surrounded by twelve-foot-thick mixed metal/concrete walls.
The builder had assured Vampyr that there was no technology short of a direct
nuclear hit that could get through these walls. It was similar to what lined the
presidential bunker under Blue Mountain in West Virginia. Vampyr had thanked the
builder, then had him killed.

23

Vampyr walked into the chamber and turned on the low-level lights. The
contents of the chamber were a madman'sтАФor a powerful country'sтАФarsenal. Eight
backpack tactical nuclear weapons rested on a long table. Each was small enough
to fit inside a medium-sized piece of luggage. The American government had never
acknowledged their theft, nor did it have a clue who had stolen them.
Along one wall was the control console from a missile launch site that he had
appropriated from one that had been shut down in Montana. Scattered around the
island were twelve Peacemaker ICBM rockets in working condition stored in silos,
harvested from the drawdown in the Cold War. The silos were on an old Navy base
that had once existed on the island, and it had cost Vampyr half a billion
dollars to get them into working condition and almost as much to ensure secrecy.
On each Peacemaker was a strategic nuclear warhead, each powerful enough to