"John G. Hemry - Stark's War 3 - Stark's Crusade" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hemry John G)

тАЬWell, thatтАЩs their job, ainтАЩt it? Killing my shuttles would be fun, but those warships ainтАЩt on
a hunter-killer sweep. So theyтАЩre just gonna hold me toff and make sure I donтАЩt get to the
supply shuttles theyтАЩre charged with protecting. In the process of doing that, though, theyтАЩve
lost track of those supply shuttles in the mess of combat and countermeasures weтАЩre generating
up here.тАЭ

тАЬJust like you said they would.тАЭ During the planning for the operation, Wiseman had been
confident. You want to raid the enemy? Fine. You canтАЩt shoot your way in. The only way through
their defenses is by confusing тАШem and foolinтАЩ тАШem. Give me an incoming convoy, and IтАЩll screw the
situation around so bad the enemy wonтАЩt know which end is up. тАЬSo you think this diversion is
working?тАЭ

тАЬWeтАЩre gonna find out for sure any time now. One thingтАЩs for certain, weтАЩve generated so
much тАШnoiseтАЩ up here that anything being quiet is gonna be a lot harder to spot until it clears
this area. Keep your fingers crossed.тАЭ

Out of the confused tangle of dueling countermeasures and battle debris, four supply
shuttles fell toward the lunar surface, broadcasting urgent pleas for sanctuary on the enemy
landing field nearest their trajectories. One of WisemanтАЩs armed shuttles made an abortive
lunge in their direction, quickly shying off as enemy surface defenses locked on and prepared
to engage once the armed shuttle came within range. The supply shuttles dropped swiftly,
tracked by surface defenses that remained silent as the unarmed supply craft braked hard to
make emergency landings on the field.

Lunar dust drifted in fine, slowly falling clouds across the spaceport. Landing fields were
regularly swept for dust, but the fine particles always reappeared, drifting down from space or
dislodged by the actions of humans nearby. Against the solid black shadows and glaring white
of sunlight on the lunar surface, the gray shades of dust hung like a thin, pallid fog.

Now, as always, it hindered the vision of the multispectrum sensors trying to identify the
supply shuttles. тАЬUnidentified shuttles,тАЭ someone called. тАЬProvide your ship identification
codes and landing field authorization.тАЭ

тАЬWhat?тАЭ The supply shuttle pilot responding had a ragged, frightened edge to his voice,
speaking too rapidly as he continued. тАЬDidnтАЩt copy. Say again. Who is this?тАЭ

тАЬThis is the landing field controller. I need your ship identification codes. Provide them
immediately. Where was your scheduled landing destination?тАЭ

тАЬUh, uhтАж I think, uh, right here. Yeah. This field. We were supposed to land here.тАЭ

тАЬNegative, shuttle. We have no deliveries scheduled today. Identify yourself and your
authorized destination immediately.тАЭ

тАЬRight here, I tell you! Hey, we almost got blown to pieces and just barely made it down,
and youтАЩre giving us a hard time! Give us a break! Just let us off-load our cargo so we can get
the hell out of this war zone and back to near-Earth orbit where itтАЩs safe!тАЭ

тАЬShuttle, do not off-load cargo onto this field without authorization. We have no heavy
transport available to receive your loads.тАЭ