"FWLS4" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

crumpled from my Moonlight Race Through the Streets of Yttia(tm),
but I could still read it by the moonlight filtering into the
pipe.

Woman scream (H). Broken glass (H). Gunshot (H,F). Smoke
(S). Blood (T,F). Stab Wound (F). Superficial Burns (F). The
list continued, looking like a stock list of a city riot.

This guy's insane if he thinks I'm taking a bullet so he can
make a lousy video game. That's what the F means, folks. Feel.
The common sense is NOT going to go through with that one.

A six figure digit floated into my head, the price the guy
had quoted for the job. This was going to be quite a popular
game, after all, a followup to the one his group of hackers did
where you got to race around a Nazi castle with a chain gun
raising hell.

A sick idea cropped into my head. I don't know where I get
them from, but somewhere in my noggin there has to be a sick idea
factory.

I had to find mister tacky clothing and his goons again.

I crawled along the sewer pipe, towards the opening, when a
long furry arm grabbed my collar and dragged me out. Well, step
one solved, I thought, glancing at the smiling, cigarette smoking
face of the pimp. I clicked the RECORD and NULL buttons on my
briefcase before they could rip it from my hands. It was okay,
'cuz the headband's on a no-wire link to the case.

"Hi, guys," I managed, considering the situation. "How
about a deal?"

"I am not interested in cowardly-payback-to-avoid-messy-
situation, jkky."

"No, not money. How about this. You guys do whatever you'd
like to me, as long as you don't kill me, and we call it even."

"We were gonna do that in the first place, one-who-takes-
three-minutes-to-tell-that-someone-has-set-fire-to-his-tail."

"Yeah, but I'm offering to hold still for it."

They blinked. I guess it's the first time their quarry
rolled over and gave up. I hoped it wouldn't take any fun out of
their work.

"As long as I don't die, that is," I pointed out.