"David Gerrold - Chtorr 3 - A Rage for Revenge" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gerrold David)

My phone asked, "What are you doing?"
I ignored it. How far back were the bushes? "There was a young fellow named Howard-" Dare I risk
two steps? No. The spider took longer to accept this one. Maybe it knew someone named Howard?
And why hadn't the monitor kicked in? "Who was thought to be magically powered-"
"Password accepted."
I glanced backward. Not too much farther. "His dick was so short-"
"Accepted."
"It looked like a wart-" One more step. I looked to the kid. "Get ready --- "
"What is the password?"
"But when it stood up, it just-" And touched the button on my wrist.
The backpack on the ground exploded. Two rockets smoked straight for the spider. It jerked around to
face them. I didn't wait to see if they hit-I rolled backward and into the bushes. The kid was already
ahead of me. We crashed through the trees
Behind us, something went off with a roar. A hammer of air slammed us forward. I heard the sound of a
torch-the spider was roasting the backpack! And then a siren! It was coming after us!
We tumbled into the Jeep and screeched backward up the hill. "Grab the heavy-launcher!" The kid was
already digging in the rear. I found a place to turn around and pointed the Jeep up the road.
"It's following us!" the kid screamed.
I glanced back. The spider was staggering unevenly across the slope with an uncertain, tentative gait.
That spider should have flamed us instantly. Whoever had damaged it had bought us a chance. Its
cameras were swiveling frantically back and forth, looking for a target, trying to lock on.
My phone was screaming in my ear; I pulled the headset off and tossed it aside. I put the Jeep on
automatic-a dangerous thing to do; it probably wasn't smart enough to track a dirt road- swung into the
back and grabbed the heavy-launcher from the kid. "Get out of the way."
I braced myself in the back of the Jeep and took careful aim at the spider. We bounced like a spring. I
wished for a steady-sight laser. I had to give the rocket enough time to identify its target and lock on-I
hoped to God the spider didn't find us first!
The green light came on. I squeezed the trigger.
The rocket escaped with a whooosh! It arced down the hill, zigzagging back and forth, only turning at the
very last moment toward the target. The spider exploded. It disappeared in three-one right after the
other-flowering bursts of orange flame, each one larger than the last, all curling into a mushrooming billow
of greasy black smoke. We could feel the heat and blast from here. Pebbles and dirt and hot oil
spattered down around us.
The Jeep was bumping suddenly across the grass. It had lost the road. I turned to leap forward, but the
kid was ahead of me. He was already sliding down into the seat, taking over the controls and bringing us
to a bouncing, spring-banging stop.
We sat there for a moment, just breathing hard and wondering at the surprise of still being alive. The day
was bright and cold. The air smelled suddenly sweet-even sweeter for the oily scent of the burning spider
behind us.
"Towered?" the kid asked. "The last word is towered?"
I looked over at him.
"Get out of the car," I said.
"Huh?"
"Get out of the car!"
"I don't understand-"
I swung myself over the side of the Jeep, walked around to the driver's side, grabbed the kid by the shirt,
and pulled him out of ' his seat as hard as I could. I jerked him rudely across the ground and slammed
him hard up against the broken wall of some ; forgotten building. I held him there-my knee braced
between his 9 legs, my wrist across his throat, and the barrel of my gun up his left nostril-and lowered my
voice. "Your stupidity nearly got us killed," I said. "I told you 'Don't move,' and you came crashing