"Gordon, Steve - Insectoid 03 - Death to the Insectoids!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gordon Steve)his team split up into two groups, each setting up their own backup
hideout, without telling the other group where it was. Red Sally, the Silencer, and Preston had set one up, and he, Mongo, and the Clapper had set up this one, and each group hadn't told the other where their backup was located. At the time they had wondered why Croft required this duplication and secrecy. Croft shook his head. "Your backup hideout is a deathtrap." "How do you know?" said Sally. "You don't even know where it is." "But the Insectoids do," said Croft. "How do you think they found out the location of our primary hideout?" Sally frowned. With all their running around, she hadn't given it much thought. "They may have stumbled upon it during a patrol-" "No, it was too well hidden," said Croft. "Unless you believe the Insectoids have a policy of breaking into every generator they see, on the off-chance that it's been hollowed out and used as a hideout. They knew what they were going to find before they attacked. They set up specifically to attack this location; it was obvious from the monitor." "Then how did they know?" "They got to the Silencer, or Preston," said Croft. "It's the only answer." "They're dead," said Sally. "They may indeed be dead now, but not before one of them talked," said Croft. "The Silencer would never give away our location." "It may not have been his idea," said Croft. "Either way, one or our primary base. Now, both of them also knew about your secondary base. Want to bet that the Insectoids haven't staked that out as well?" "Why don't we just check out-" "If we check in, we won't check out," said Croft bluntly. "As my dear departed wife used to say, better safe than sorry," said Sashay. "How do you know it wasn't Mongo who was tortured for information?" said Sally. "He's unaccounted for." "Possible," said Croft. "But he split before everything came apart. I'm guessing he saw far enough into the future to protect himself. We should leave now." "Leave?" said Sashay. "But we're already at the hideout that your group built. Where else shall we go?" "To the hideout I created on my own," said Croft. Clifford Croft was not an especially trusting fellow. Working for decades as a spy hadn't sharpened his instinct to trust or rely on others, but even without his training, trust didn't come naturally to him. And so while he had gone through the motions of setting up an auxiliary hideout with Sashay and Mongo, he had, bit by bit on his own time, set up a real backup hideout for himself. And it was there that he took Sashay, the Clapper, Red Sally, and the two resistance fighters she had rescued. Only Croft insisted on a blindfold for the resistance fighters. No need to trust more people than necessary. |
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