"Gordon, Steve - Insectoid 03 - Death to the Insectoids!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gordon Steve)

heard sounds of movement twice, and both times in the distance. He had
assumed it was the Insectoids, but hadn't stopped to check.
Mongo stopped at an intersection and peered ahead in the gloom.
Suddenly, a flash vision hit him; Mongo, being grabbed in the dark and
taken away. Mongo tried to focus on the image, but couldn't get another
flash of it. He tried to remember the image as best he could. Hands
were grabbing him in a dark corridor.
Mongo looked ahead. There were dark corridors to his right, his
left, and straight ahead. Which one was the bad one?
Mongo reflected, considering. His flash vision might represent an
incident that might occur tomorrow, or next week. But no, he had felt
an electrifying edge from the vision that told him it was imminent. But
which way did the danger lay?
Mongo peered down the left corridor, then the right one, then the
one straight ahead. He mumbled almost inaudibly to himself while
chewing on some of his nails. His pale eyes stared out at the gloom.
Left, left, the danger must be down the left corridor, he sensed.
Or was it? Mongo started to go down the right corridor, then stopped.
Maybe the danger was down this corridor. Mongo was no longer getting
visions, but instead relying on feelings.
Mongo looked down the center corridor. Then, an idea struck him.
Of course, he should go back the way he came! That would be the only
safe route. Mongo was smart, very smart indeed.
As quietly as he could, Mongo crept back down the corridor he had
come from. His senses only spiked as he walked past a dark doorway.
Before he could act on his intuition, a large form came leaping out of
the darkness, pummeling him to the ground.
Mongo squealed and tried to resist, but his attacker was joined
by another, and another, and in moments they had him pinned.
"Finally," said one of his attackers. "We've been tracking this
one for close to an hour. Good thing he stopped so we could catch up.
He'll fetch a good price, eh?"
Mongo spat and tried to claw his attackers. But then a foul rag
was put to his face, he found himself nearly suffocated by the fumes,
and everything went black.

Something was burning. Mongo blinked, and then instinctively
covered his eyes. It was sunlight, raw sunlight, and for someone unused
to the rays of the sun the light and the heat were bound to be
uncomfortable.
But then a shadow fell over Mongo's face, and a giant head
appeared. Giant, at least it appeared, because it was so close to
Mongo's face.
An irritating giant smile appeared on the face. "Are we awake
yet?"
Something about that smile unnerved Mongo and he scampered away,
still on his back. He struggled to sit up. He was inside some sort of
dusty compound filled with dirty, weary looking humans. Looking
further, he saw the area was surrounded with fences and guards.
"What is this?" he said, looking up at the face. Now the head