"Steve Gordon - Insectoids 04 - Nightfall On August" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gordon Steve)

stood up, revealing the equally bloody but grim face of Clifford Croft,

resistance leader and super spy, one of the Agency's Eight.

Croft wiped the blood off his forehead as he looked around. He felt fuzzy

and lightheaded. It must be the concussion, he thought dimly.

Croft tried to look around, but despite the small fires burning around him

a glittering haze was filling the air, preventing him from seeing more

than a few feet in any direction. Had his vision been impaired?

Croft felt unsteady, like he had trouble standing; he fell back to the

ground, and tried to cut through the buzz in his head and concentrate.

He had been in the backseat of the Trobadore B. The pilot had tried to

eject, but when power was lost, the automatic eject system went out with

it. His last memory was of the pilot pulling the manual eject lever....
Aeronautical engineers knew, of course, that pilots would have to eject

under a variety of circumstances, including when they had lost power, and

had provided a manual release mechanism. But the extra seconds that the

pilot had taken to move from the automatic to the manual ejection button

had nearly been fatal.

Perhaps fatal, for the pilot. Croft and the pilot of the Trobadore had

ejected separately. He tried to look around, to see if he could see any

signs of the pilot. But that dim, glittering haze was blocking his vision.

Croft felt the painful spot on his head. Had he suffered brain damage that

injured his vision?

Croft stiffened as he heard crackling sounds, as if someone was moving

through the wreckage. Could it be the pilot? No, not from the sound of it,

unless the pilot brought several friends with him.