"duane,.dianne.-.spider.man.-.octopus.agenda" - читать интересную книгу автора (Duane Diane)

"No, thanks," Hank said. "I saw you guys come down, after the first
batch jumped us. Damn near gave me a heart attack." "Nell, don't have
one now, for God's sake, "Jim said. "What time is it?"

Harry looked at the sky. "Near enough to dawn--" He glanced at his
watch. "Damn thing's not going," he said. "Yours going?"

Jim and Hank looked at their watches. Both of them were stopped as
well. "Like something out of a movie, "Jim said morosely. "Guys
dressed like aliens Never mind, let's get going.

He needs a doctor."

They walked up the switchback road as fast as they dared. It was not
fast enough for Jim. He couldn't get rid of the idea that, down in the
crater, something very bad was going to happen. And about halfway up
the road, halfway up the terraces, the feeling grew stronger than
before. "C'mon," he said to the others, 'ac've gotta hurry, let's
hurry.t"

To his great relief, none of them asked, "Why?" Hank and Harry saw him
look over his shoulder, and they looked too-and they hurried. Tom,
lying on his back with their jackets wadded on either side of his head
to hold it still, never moved, only moaned a little every now and then.
Jim hoped he wouldn't wake up just now. He was likely to slow them
down, and if there was one thing Jim was sure about right now, it was
that it would be very bad if they slowed down.

He could barely believe it when they actually came out at the top of
the switchback road onto the ring road that led around the site.

"They've killed the phones," said Jim, "but there's that cell phone in
the office. I don't think they got that. Come on."

As quickly as they dared, and making better speed now that they weren't
climbing, they made their way around the ring road

to the little security hut near where the chain-link fence and the
gate met the road. There was no point trying to bring Tom into the
hut; he was just as well left outside. Carefully, in the slowly
growing light, they put him down on the ground, and Jim ran in to get
the cell phone.

As he came out again he hurriedly dialed the emergency day or-night
number for the district Consolidated office in New York. A somewhat
bored voice said "Consolidated security..."

'left'?. It's Jim Heffernan. Listen, there's been a break-in at the
site." He looked out across the diggings in dawn's early light,