"Kevin Killiany - Battletech - Encouter at El Giza" - читать интересную книгу автора (Killiany Kevin)

sidestepping just in time to miss the speeding hover tank. Two
beams, large lasers from the look of them, slashed through the
space the тАЩMech would have occupied if Fuentes hadnтАЩt swerved.
Teddi kicked the throttle, throwing the J. Edgar over the low ridge
in a belly-dropping leap.
A broad-shouldered тАЩMech Jake had never seen before was de-
scending the next roll of prairie, bearing down on them at speed.
Forty, maybe fifty tons, he estimatedтАФflat and low with large la-
sers at either end.
Laid out like a BushwackerтАЩs third cousin.
The tankтАЩs targeting system didnтАЩt stand a chance against ECM
that blinded BattleMechs. Estimating combined speed at two
hundred klicks, Jake sighted visually on the sandy-tan bogie and
touched off the short-range missiles.
Taking that as her cue, Teddi swung the tank through a skittering
arc, out of the тАЩMechтАЩs path.
What the hell is that thing?
Jake triggered the heavy machineguns, raking the forward-thrust
cockpit in an effort to distract the тАЩMech jockey. No hope of doing
damage. Before the тАЩMech disappeared from his ferroglass view-
port, he saw three of the missiles fly uselessly wide and the fourth
hit high on the left leg, just below the hip.
The strange тАЩMech ignored them, continuing its pursuit of the
fleeing Hussar.
тАЬSergeant.тАЭ
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тАЬOn it.тАЭ
The arc became a loop and the hover tank flew after the mysteri-
ous BattleMech.
тАЬRight up the arse, Teddi.тАЭ
тАЬAlways a pleasure, sir,тАЭ his driver replied.
Lining up on the heels of the retreating тАЩMech, she stood on the
accelerator. JakeтАЩs head snapped back as the J. Edgar leapt for-
ward.
Overtaking at fifty or sixty kph relative, they were ascending the
next rise before Jake was satisfied with their range. Close enough
to count rivets, he jacked the SRM 2s to their maximum elevation
and let fly.
He had a fleeting glimpse of the тАЩMechтАЩs left foot as Teddi dodged
just enough to pass at paint-scrape range.
тАЬBreak away,тАЭ he ordered, cycling a fresh flight of missiles into
the tubes.
The fans whined, the skirts spilling air as the tank spun through
a hairpin one-eighty.
The targeting system was useless, the screens showing echoes
and ghosts where the enemy тАЩMech should be.
тАЬBring us up hull down on the next ridge,тАЭ Jake said. тАЬI want to
have a look.тАЭ