"Victor Koman - Death's Dimensions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koman Victor)

her cipher all figured outтАФthe physics of space travel.
So play along. Go along with them until you find out how theyтАФ
A door opened somewhere. Kinney twisted about to see Trine step
through. She wore a light aqua lab coat over a charcoal suit.
 Here she comes again. Death Angel dressed to fill. Fill my mind like a
cupcupcupтАж
тАЬGood morning, Virgil.тАЭ She pulled a tall stool over to sit beside him. тАЬI
hope youтАЩre feeling better today, because we have a lot planned. IтАЩm going
to remove those ratty bandages. ItтАЩs time you got out of the things for
good.тАЭ She smiled encouragingly.
Virgil simply stared.
тАЬHowever,тАЭ she continued when she realized he would not return her
smile, тАЬit can be physically dangerous to you in your atrophied condition.
So letтАЩs proceed slowly, all right?тАЭ
Large bandage scissors went to work on his head, guided by DeliaтАЩs
graceful, strong fingers.
тАЬHow long has it been since they changed these?тАЭ she muttered. тАЬA
month? Two?тАЭ
Kinney shrugged, or tried to. тАЬMaybe a year.тАЭ His voice was weak,
creaky.
TrineтАЩs hand inadvertently withdrew from him. Regaining her
composure, she continued to snip away. тАЬNice to hear you speak.тАЭ
She pulled the clipped gauze from around his head. A shock of sweaty,
oily yellow hair clung to the fabric. She tugged gently. Most of the hair
remained on his head, though some stuck wetly to the greasy fabric.
She frowned. тАЬAt least youтАЩre not completely depilated. A good wash and
it should be back to normal.тАЭ
тАЬThanks.тАЭ Virgil basked in the warm feeling of her hand against his
skin. So long since a touch. Maybe sheтАЩs not working for Master Snoop.
Could she be a free agent? Maybe Master Snoop and Nightsheet arenтАЩt
conspiring anymore. Maybe theyтАЩre enemies again. I need more
information. Listen. Hold back the roar.
His right arm fell limply to the couch. Deathly white, translucent, and
almost entirely devoid of muscle, it looked like a skeleton wrapped in a
thin coating of papier-m├вch├й.
Delia shook her head. His other arm looked just as bad. WorseтАФa
hideous burn scar ran its length.
тАЬWhy didnтАЩt they fix that?тАЭ she muttered, continuing to snip down his
torso.
KinneyтАЩs chest, freed from restraint, heaved to suck in great gulps of
air.
 тАЬDonтАЩt,тАЭ she said. тАЬYouтАЩll hyperventilate.тАЭ She held the scissors at a fixed
angle and ripped them through the cloth around his waist, thighs, and
legs. Pulling the fabric away, she gazed at the naked form beneath.
Her crimson lips formed a gentle smile. тАЬWell, youтАЩre a real blond, all
right.тАЭ
His sudden bark of laughter startled her. Jumping back from the couch,
she watched in amazement as his arms waved heedlessly about, bouncing
off the sides of the couch before coming to rest on his flat stomach, the
only part of him that had any musculature at all.