"David L. Kuzminski - Arrows and Lasers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kuzminski David L)

тАЬThey must have damaged their radio or they're only listening. We'll
have to talk to them somehow before they hurt someone. Sheila, is
everyone on alert yet?тАЭ Priscilla asked.
тАЬI don't know. Doesn't the fog appear strange to you? I mean, different
from before?тАЭ Sheila answered.
тАЬI don't have time to worry about the fog, except that it's keeping us
from reacting properly. See to it that everyone is on alert. While you're at
it, find out what happened to the emergency generator.тАЭ
Sheila lit a second candle. She walked off into the fog and screamed
before hurrying back toward Priscilla.
Priscilla stared at Sheila as she returned fully naked. тАЬWhat the hell?тАЭ
she blurted out before she realized that her own clothing was disappearing
from her body.
тАЬNot you, too!тАЭ Sheila exclaimed as Warden Honor was quickly rendered
naked.
тАЬSomething's really wrong!тАЭ Priscilla managed to blurt out just before
her radio fell apart in her hands. тАЬOh my god, the radio! We can't talk to
anyone!тАЭ
тАЬWhat about our clothes! We can't go out like this!тАЭ
тАЬThere's a coat in my office. You can wear that.тАЭ
Sheila went into the office amid the fog. She looked in vain for the coat
only to find some metal buttons with her bare feet. тАЬOh no! Your coat is
gone, too. All that's left is buttons.тАЭ
Priscilla glanced at Sheila's desk in horror. When Sheila returned, she
followed Priscilla's line of sight and looked at the remains on her desk. Her
plastic drink cup was gone leaving liquid spilled all over. The phone
remained only as bare metal parts in a small pile.
тАЬGet hold of all the guards. Tell them we're not going in at all. Have
them gather here.тАЭ Priscilla ordered.
тАЬWhat about my clothes? I can't walk out there like this.тАЭ
тАЬForget about clothes. Whatever is destroying them is probably making
everyone naked right now. Just do what I ordered. Now!тАЭ
As Sheila left carrying her candle, Priscilla returned to her office, found
her keys, and unlocked a desk drawer. She took out her handgun and a box
of shells for it. Without hurrying, she loaded it and held onto the box of
shells so she could reload if it became necessary. Before she managed five
steps away from her desk, the plastic box disappeared from her hand
leaving only loose bullets in her clenched fist. A few bullets fell from her
hand to scatter about on the floor. Ignoring them, she held onto what she
had and continued toward the doorway. As she walked, she could feel the
plastic grip of her gun dissolving inside her palm leaving her holding the
bare metal frame of the handle. She muttered, тАЬWhatever in hell is
happening, we're really in for it this time.тАЭ

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Officer Jim Drake hurried as best he could with his shotgun at the ready
while constantly checking his holstered gun to be sure it was still with him.
He wasn't sure how it happened that his clothing and shoes either
disappeared or fell apart. However, he was sure it had something to do