"Keith Fenwick - Skid 03 - Skid 3" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fenwick Keith)

"Oh Bruce." The voice inside his head that sounded like his own but
wasn't called out to him. Bruce thought it sounded a lot like the silky ironic
tone that he used when he was calling one of the dogs close so he could boot
it in the ribs when it knew without a doubt that it had done something wrong.
Before he could turn a large hairy shape jumped up at him, causing Bruce
some alarm until he caught the smell of a dog that had been tied up for too
long without a decent run. The dogs started barking, well Punch and Can did.
Cop just looked up at him like a coy child that had just shit it's pants
despite it's efforts at potty training and said:" Hello boss."
"Is that really you Cop?"
"Sure is boss," the dog replied with a wolfish grin.
Oh shit Bruce thought.
"Bruce! Are you talking to your dog?"
"Yeah can't you hear him?"
"What is this, some kind of nut house?" President Mitchell demand,
clearly wanting to strike out at something but not sure what at. He'd
obviously decided that the alien was too tough a target for him to tackle by
himself and suddenly it appeared that the two people that he should be able to
count on support from had lost their marbles.
"Get fucked," Bruce replied with a total lack of awe and respect that the
President wasn't used to.
"You can't speak to me like that!" President Mitchell almost screamed,
"I'm, the president of the United States of America."
"Do you think that means anything where we're going?
Raele wondered whether he had made the right decision in
taking on this leader of mankind. He turned back to the patrol craft's
controls. Finding the female offworlders infant was a slightly trickier task
than finding the male offworlders companions. At least one of them had a
tracking device implanted so they could be located easily.
As the Patrol craft orbited high above the city where he had recently
spent so much time Raele did a DNA scan.
Mrs Pratt was sitting in Sue's living room watching the drama caused by
the President's disappearance unfold on the television.
Personally she suspected the Russians were behind the whole thing even
though the Russians had long since ceased being a threat to anyone. She also
blamed the Russians when she went into little Bruce's room and found his cot
empty.
The police had different ideas, especially when they found her pistol and
empty cartridge case on the floor of the living room and carted Mrs Pratt away
to the station. It was several hours later after Ms Clarke and her mysterious
'fiance' couldn't be located that a possible link to the president's
disappearance was made. A link that soon led to the authorities visiting a
local restaurant where they found the drunken proprietor with a fantastic
story to tell.
Little Bruce duly turned up on the floor of the space craft and Bruce
wondered what Mrs Pratt would make of that, aware that unlike last time their
disappearance would certainly be noticed this time, even as he wondered how it
hadn't been last time.
Raele just shrugged his shoulders in the Skidian way when he had asked
and Bruce now knew enough not to bother pressing him for an answer.