"James Maxey - The Final Flight of the Blue Bee" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maxey James)

But there were all those bombs to think about. Literally, the fate of the world might be decided by what
he did next.

So Mick silently placed his Sting-gun about an inch from Mr. Mental's spine, set the dial to ten, and shot
him with a needle that pumped in a quart of venom. Mr. Mental slumped to the floor in severe
anaphylactic shock. He was dead by the time Mick unlocked Blue Bee's cage.
The police kicked open the door, led by the Commissioner, who hated vigilantes.

"Our work here's done. We'd best buzz off," Blue Bee said, leaping from the window to grab the ladder
dangling from the waiting Bee-Wing.

"Yeah, hate to be a drag on your little sting operation," Mick said, perching in the window, glancing back
with a white-toothed grin.

The Commissioner shot him in the shoulder. Mick toppled from the window, his hand stretched out,
spots dancing before his eyes, when a second bullet caught him in the thigh. Blue Bee reached for him.
The tips of his gloved fingers brushed Mick's wrist.

Then Mick fell, nine stories, his life spared by a bounce from the hotel awning, and a crash landing
through the roof of the Commissioner's car.
****
"So," said Honey. "We gonna do something, or what?"

"Yeah," said Stinger, sagging on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. "Probably."

"You want to ... you want to leave the mask on?"

"Yes," he said.

She brought her lips near his ears and said, the way she'd practiced, "Just tell me what you want, baby."

Stinger chuckled, then sighed. "What I want? Justice."

Honey tensed slightly. "I, um, don't think that's on the menu. How about...?" She leaned in close and
whispered a suggestion she didn't quite have the guts to say out loud.

Stinger shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Then how about--"

He cut her short by saying, "The rumors about us, they were right. We were, well, I believe the current
popular term is gay. Blue Bee was my lover. My God, he was something. He had a body like a Greek
statue."

"Oh," Honey said, pulling back, leaning against the headboard. "Then why am I here?"

"Because I still have needs."

"Okay, baby, okay," she said. Maybe she could still get some money out of him. "Just tell me what you
need."