"Simon R. Green - Haven 06 - Bones of Haven" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Simon R)

Even so, it probably hadn't been the best time to inform the Governor that all his potentially valuable
Hell Wing inmates were unfortunately deceased, and the Wing itself was a burnt-out ruin.

The Governor finally stopped shouting, partly because he was beginning to lose his voice, and threw
himself into the chair behind his desk. He glared impartially at the SWAT team, and drummed his
fingers on his desk. Hawk cleared his throat cautiously, and the Governor's glare fell on him like a
hungry predator just waiting for its prey to provide an opening.

"Yes, Captain Hawk? You have something to say, perhaps? Something that will excuse your pitiable
performance on this mission, and give some indication as to why I shouldn't lock you all up in the
dirtiest, foulest dungeon I can find and then throw the key down the nearest sewer?"

"Well," said Hawk, "things could have turned out worse." The Governor's face went an interesting
shade of puce, but Hawk pressed on anyway. "Our main objective, according to your orders, was to
prevent the inmates of Hell Wing from escaping and wreaking havoc in the city. I think we can safely
assume the city is no longer in any danger from those inmates. Hell Wing itself is somewhat scorched
and blackened, I'll admit, but solid stone walls are pretty fire-resistant, as a rule. A lot of scrubbing and
a lick of paint, and the place'll be as good as new. And on top of all that, we managed to rescue Wulf
Saxon from Messerschmann's Portrait, and restore his sanity. I don't think we did too badly, all things
considered."

He waited with interest to see what the Governor's response would be. The odds favored a coronary,
but he wouldn't rule out a stroke. The Governor took several deep breaths to calm himself down, and
fixed Hawk with a withering stare.

"Wulf Saxon has disappeared. But we were able to learn a few things of interest about him, by
consulting our prison records. In his time, some twenty-three years ago, Saxon was a well-known
figure in this city. He was a thief, a forger, and a confidence trickster. He was also an ex-Guard, ex-
city Councilor, and the founder of three separate religions, two of which are still doing very well for
themselves on the Street of Gods. He's a confirmed troublemaker, a revolutionary, and a major pain in
the arse, and you've let him loose in the city again!"

Hawk smiled, and shook his head. "We had him captured. Your people let him loose."

"He's still an extremely dangerous individual that this city was well rid of, until you became involved!"

Fisher leaned forward suddenly. "If he's that dangerous, does that mean there's a reward for his
capture?"

"Good point, Isobel," said Hawk, and they both looked expectantly at the Governor.

The Governor decided to ignore both Hawk and Fisher, for the sake of his blood pressure, and turned
to Winter. "Regretfully, I have no choice but to commend you and your SWAT team for your actions.
Officially, at least. The city Council has chosen to disregard my objections, and has ordered me to
congratulate you on your handling of the situation." He scowled at Winter. "Well done."

"Thank you," said Winter graciously. "We were just doing our job. Have you discovered any more
about the forces behind the riot?"

The Governor sniffed, and shuffled through the papers on his desk. "Unlikely as it seems, the whole