"McCay, Bill - Stargate Retaliation" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCay Bill)

wisdom kept ringing in Jack O'Neil's mind as he struggled against the onset of
inнvading warriors. A Horus guard hurtled past him as he yanked a Beretta 9mm
pistol from his holster.
O'Neil forced himself not to turn after the lead man. There were other guards in
the complex of passages that led to the StarGate. Let them deal with the single
man while he and the surviving guards tackled the bulk of the invaders.
So far only four other Horuses had come through. But the StarGate was cycling
again. O'Neil aimed his pistol at a shape that solidified into a heavy-set,
jowly middle-aged man in the uniform of a U.S. Air Force general.
The colonel managed to ease the pressure on his trigger just before popping
General West. The general staggered, nearly pitching on his face from the
bruisнing transit.
But West's ungraceful entrance saved his life. A blast-bolt flashed where his
head should have been, instead incinerating the top of his peaked cap.
"General!" O'Neil yelled. Reversing his pistol, he tossed it to his superior
officer. "It's ready to go," he called. "I hope you remember how to use it!"
West's usual poker face stretched in a tight grin as he caught the weapon. He
was a veteran of the shadнowy world of special operations. Even as O'Neil dove
for a dead Marine's rifle, West calmly put three bullets into the Horus guard
who'd given him such a warm welcome.
"Not as much kick as my old Army Colt," the genнeral commented, wheeling in
search of new targets.
But the alien assault team was past them, having alнready vanished into the next
chamber after leaving two of their number stark on the floor. M-16 in hand,
O'Neil considered pursuing the survivors-for about a second. Then he shook his
head. The corridors beyond had lots of fighting men, and they'd come runнning to
the sound of the guns.
Now was not the time to leave the StarGate unнguarded. "Reload," O'Neil told the
surviving men in the room. Then he established the Marines and Army technicians
to lay down a crossfire on anything else that appeared from the StarGate. "If
you've got grenades, keep 'em ready," he ordered.
West nodded, then removed his still smoldering headgear. "No brass hats here,"
he said. "Just soldiers."
Khonsu held his blocking position for what seemed like forever. He forced
himself not to turn back-that could be a fatal distraction. What was keeping the
rest of his team? They should have dispatched all of the outlanders by now!
The Horus tensed as he detected the clatter of onнrushing feet-more guards
hastening to the sounds of fighting. A hand landed on Khonsu's shoulder. He
turned to find his comrade Neb, the leader of this foray.
Behind his mask Khonsu's face showed his shock. The strangers had killed two of
their number-and too many of the gate guards still survived!
With a brusque hand motion the leader gestured- onward! The three survivors
rushed from the hall of the StarGate into a crypt-like chamber. Here they found
another obstacle. The short-range matter transнmitter they had expected to whisk
them ahead of purнsuit had been rendered useless, totally blocked with debris.
With no signs of disheartenment, the leader pressed on into the larger
colonnaded hall beyond.
Shouts echoed off the stone walls as some of the solнdiers spotted him. The odd
brrrrrrrp! sounds of their armament blended with crashing counter blasts from
the intruders' lances.