"Gordon Eklund - Serving in Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eklund Gordon)

direction.

He made another determined effort to look but his senses
rebelled at the ghastly sight they were forced to endure.

Again, he backed off, swaying dizzily.

It was no use. With a shiver, he drew the curtains shut and
turned away.

The room had changed again. His nose told him so. He sniffed
food, so he looked. A plate of real lamb chops sat on the floor
beside the remaining pile of clothing.

He couldn't resist that. He was hungryтАФand weak. To eat, he
used his fingers; no utensils had been provided. The meat turned
out to be deliciousтАФfar juicier than what he was used to.

When he finished, he sat back and patted his belly with
satisfaction. Sooner or later somebody would be coming for him.

When they did, he intended to be ready.

He was dozing upon the floor when the first man entered.

At the sound of the door closing, he immediately awoke.

The man was small, fragile in appearance, and dressed all in
green. He wore wide round spectacles and might have been sixty
or seventy years old.

The man approached Jan with his right hand extended in
greeting.

Jan sprang to his feet. Unhesitantly, he threw a long left hook.
The blow connected. The little man's spectacles flew off his face,
shattering against the floor. The man stared at Jan, his mouth
hanging open in apparent horror.

Jan swung at him again, but his fist fell short. A sharp, sweet
odor tickled his nostrils. He felt sleepy again.

Then he was asleep.

He was just finishing his third plate of lamb chops when the
door opened quickly and a man stepped through. This
representative was wholly unlike the first man. He was huge,
gigantic, and glowering. He marched toward Jan with steady,
certain steps. He was dressed all in green and carried himself
with military rigidity.