"Barbara Karmazin - Blackbird 1 - Down Came a Blackbird" - читать интересную книгу автора (Karmazin Barbara)

Dushawn unclipped his. тАЬI'm as ready as I'll ever be.тАЭ

Bracing herself for the next blast of energy as the station spun sunwards, she eyeballed the vanes jutting
out at irregular intervals on her projected flight plan. She deactivated her boot magnets and pushed off
onto the crest twisting past the station wall. Her wings snapped open. Back and shoulder muscles
protested the sudden changes in direction. A steady stream of urine flowed from her wrist jets.

Twisting and turning her body and wings like a bodysurfer, she rode the energy wave curving away from
the station. With her arms lifted overhead, she slowed herself down with the wrist jets. She scudded
sideways onto a weaker energy wave, turned and watched for Dushawn. His efforts were awkward but
he kept himself in a straight line and rode the next wave out to her.

As he realigned himself beside her, she studied the energy flow of his wings. Looking down at
Sanctuary, she compared the patterns of the vanes as they absorbed and transferred solar energy into the
station's generators. She hopedIndio managed to drag Kyle back down on the rim. Trying to find them
anywhere else would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

She tuned in to the emergency channel. Nothing. She tabbed the comm back to local. тАЬDushawn.тАЭ

тАЬYeah.тАЭ

тАЬNo distress signal.тАЭ

тАЬYeah.тАЭ

тАЬAny ideas?тАЭ

тАЬNo.тАЭ

тАЬMaybe they're unconscious and can't signal,тАЭ she said.

тАЬMaybe.тАЭ His voice didn't sound very enthusiastic. тАЬI could send a distress signal out now.тАЭ

At least the energy streams weren't so erratic out here. It felt like she was floating. тАЬNo,тАЭ she said. тАЬHow
are we going to give directions for a rescue team if we don't even know where they are? We have to
search the rim first. Follow me.тАЭ

Carefully aiming her wrist jets, she caught a surge of moonlight. Soft and sweet was its energy as she
rode the stream around the station and searched. There! A small disordered jumble spluttered on the
right hand side of the upper rim. She wasn't sure but it was the closest equivalent she could see of their
wings against the station's rim. Cupping her wings into the leading edge of a sun wave, she let it bring her
back around to the target area.

Four times she circled the station until she figured out how to drag the grappling hook and latch it onto
the vane she wanted. It reeled her down to the surface. She skidded sideways, then remembered to
reactivate her boot magnets.

Hand over hand she walked herself to whereIndio and Kyle were lying all tangled up in the coils of their
grappling lines at the base of another vane. Dushawn whirled past. His grappling hook snagged one of the
vanes a couple of hundred yards ahead. It was going to take him a little while to work his way back