"FWLS33" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" yelled a voice from inside. "UNTIE
ME!"

"He's th..." I started. Then I turned to the area in the
corner of my eye, and pasted anything that moved.

A previously unnoticed fourth terrorist went down in a
little pile of goo, grenade clattering to the floor.

"Eh?" Mac said, surprised. Very few things catch him off
guard, I'd have to rub it in later. "What? How'd you know..."

"Hey, my button doesn't work," Y'ipp said. "I just tapped
it and nothing happened."

"I think something did," I replied, mind sifting out what I
had done. "Mac, we get any funky time-twisting things? IE, a
quick toss-back device or some weird sci-fi smeg? Possibly one
of the Last Resorts?"

"One, I think. Why?"

"Remind me to tell the sci's that it worked nicely," I said.
The deja vu was gone now, the weird sense of multiple memories
overlaid gone.

"Ooookay," Mac said, confused.

"What, we're going to meet the scientists now?" Y'ipp asked.

"Nope," Mac laughed. "Mission accomplished. Now we get to
fill out evaluations for all this gear we're testing. That's the
real challenge, Y'ipp."

"That's kid."

"Whatever."

Forms. Well, there's something I could have repeating
memories of and not worry about it. Things were back to normal.
As normal as they get in the Patrol's Spearmint team, at least...