"08 - The SSR Sings the Blues" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harrison Harry)

my handcuffs.

Then gasped as my knee caught him in the stomach and knocked him back into
the cell. At the same time I grabbed the two guards beside me by the
wrists, crossed my arms with a single spasmodic burst of effort that pulled
the two of them crashing together; their skulls bonked nicely. At the same
instant I lashed backward-catching the fourth guard on the bridge of his
nose with the back of my head. Everything happening at approximately the
same time.

Two seconds ago I had been bound and captive.

Now one guard was out of sight, groaning in the cell. Two more holding
their heads and howling, the fourth one clutching a bloody nose. They
hadn't been expecting this: I had.

I ran. Back the way we had come and through the still open door. Hoarse,
angry cries were cut off as I slammed it shut, locked it. The thick panel
shook as heavy bodies thudded against the other side.

"Got you!" a victorious voice shouted and rough hands grabbed me. He could
not know by touch that I was a Black Belt? He found out the hard way.

Eyes closed, breathing easily, he just lay there and made no protest as I
stripped him of uniform and weapons. Nor did he thank me when I draped my
burlap robe over his pale form, hiding his black lace undies from prying
eyes. His clothes were not too bad a fit. Not too good either with the cap
tilting forward over my eyes. But it would have to do.

There were three doors leading from this room. The one that I had locked
was pounding and bouncing in its frame: next to it was the one that we had
come in through. It didn't take much intelligence to use the unconscious
guard's keys to open the third one.

It led to a storage room. Dark shelves, filled with nameless objects,
vanished away into the distance. Not too promising but I was in no position
to choose. I executed a quick leap back to the entrance door, unlocked it
and threw it open, then dived ahead into the storage room. As I closed this
final door behind me, even before I could lock it, there was a mighty crash
and screams of anger as the assaultees finally broke the door down.

Misdirection wouldn't last long. Run past the shelves. Hide here? No-there
would be a thorough search. A door at the far end, bolted on the inside. I
opened it a crack and looked at the empty room beyond. Opened and stepped
through.

And stopped quite still as the guards who were flattened against the wall
all pointed guns at me.

"Shoot him!" Colonel Neuredan ordered.