"18 - The End of the Circle" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

"Ten seconds and counting, General Grant," a young female tech reported.
Vince's hand elongated the noble features of his broad brown face. He considered the recent transmission the ship had received from Cabell.
"Seven ... six . . ."
Exedore, still on Haydon IV, was of the opinion that the Awareness held some key to the SDF-3's disappearance. "Five ... four . . ."
Dr. Penn, Jean, and several others were of the same mind. "Three ... two . . . "
Now if the Ark Angel could only get there. "One. Fold generators engaged."
Vince sent a silent prayer to the ship's drives and their Karbarran overseers.
A lunar crescent suddenly filled the forward viewport. The bridge crew applauded wildly. Exuberant cheers filtered in from distant quarters of the ship.
"Yirrbisst has blessed on us this day, Commander, " one of the ursinoids gutturally announced over the com-line, invoking the name of his homeworld's primary. "Praise Haydon."
Vince thanked everyone for a job well done. Two or three Council members had suggested a second trial jump, to Mars perhaps, if the first succeeded, but Vince had renewed confidence in the ship and saw no need for further tests.
Earth ascended into view as the Ark Angel's attitude thrusters repositioned the ship for the return jump.
Vince turned to his communications officer. "Inform Cabell that we'll soon be folding for Haydon IV."

Lunk was standing in the center of a small patch of cleared ground a kilometer east of Roca Negra proper, attacking a stump of hardwood with a heavy ax. He was shirtless in the morning heat, long black hair tied back, brutish features determined, barrel-chested torso glistening with sweat. He checked his swing momentarily to monitor Scott's approach-ax handle resting on his shoulder and a hand to his brow-then resumed his work, putting increased effort into each blow.
"Good to see you, Lunk," Scott said, keeping what he determined to be a safe distance.
The former Southern Cross soldier stopped only to mop his face with a Paisley bandanna. "I guessed it was you when I saw the jet come down," Lunk grunted after the blade bit wood. "The way I read it, you must be on leave or undercover. You land on the old highway?"
"Just."
Lunk took another swing. "A Lear, isn't it?"
Scott's boot tip drew a shallow trench in the tilled ground. "I suppose so. Pre-Wars. But I almost lost it this time."
"Yeah, well you'll be lucky if the thing's still there when you get back."
"It's being looked after, Lunk," Scott assured him.
The big man went back to chopping. "So how'd you find us, Lieutenant?"
Scott squatted, waving insects away from his face. "I found Rand. But I think I'm supposed to mention that he wasn't exactly eager to tell me."
"Sure," Lunk said.
"So you're homesteading, huh?"
Lunk turned to face him. "The townspeople gave us a place to live and a bit of land to work. The Invid came down hard on everyone after we passed through last year, but the town's rebuilding. They're good folk, Lieutenant. What's past is past. We're all making new lives for ourselves."
Scott caught the warning in Lunk's baritone voice and decided not to mention the promotion. "I can see that," he said, glancing about. Well-tended fields of grain stretched emerald to distant hills. On nearby terraces, men and women were harvesting and threshing golden stalks of rice. "Annie around?" he asked after a moment.
Lunk threw the ax into the wood and gave a twist to the blade. "She left right after we got here. The idea of settling down didn't suit her too well. Went off to find that guy Magruder. The kid's still got stars in her eyes."
Scott smiled to himself, picturing Annie in her "E.T." cap and faded green jumpsuit.
"What d' ya say we skip the small talk and come to the point, Lieutenant," Lunk said suddenly.
Scott contemplated the line his boot had drawn, then raised his eyes. "All right, Lunk. The fact is, I'm looking for Marlene."
Lunk spit. "I thought so. What happened, Lieutenantнgot lonely for you up there?" He motioned with his chin to the cloudless sky. "Figured maybe you'd passed on a good thing down here, a girl that was only trying to love you the best she knew how?"
That from the guy who had called Marlene a traitor that day in Reflex Point, Scott thought, getting to his feet. "It's nothing like that, Lunk."
"Think you can just fly in here with your little jet and pick up where you left off, huh?" Lunk held the ax like a hatchet and shook it in Scott's face. "Lemme tell you, you're way off the mark, Lieutenant. Marlene's had a rough time of it, but I've been helping her. She's kinda come to rely on me, and I think your showing up is just gonna gum up the works, understand me?"
"Look, Lunk, I just want to talk to her."
"I'm tellin' ya how it is, Lieutenant."
Scott left a brief empty space in the exchange, waiting for Lunk to cool down. "Back at Command everyone's still scratching their heads about what happened at Reflex Point," he commenced on a casual note. "There's a possibility the SDF-3 got itself caught up in the Regis's exit." He looked at Lunk. "I think Marlene can help out."
Lunk glared at him, then threw the ax down into the stump and left it there. "Come on," he said, storming off across the field in the direction of Roca Negra.
Scott fell in behind him for a silent walk that delivered them fifteen minutes later to two spacious freestanding tents erected side by side on a small parcel of land dotted with olive trees. Lunk's battered APC was parked off to one side.
"Marlene," Lunk bellowed, rustling the mosquito-netting front flap of the larger tent.
"Lunk?" Marlene responded from somewhere inside. "You're back early."
Scott's heart broke at the sound of her voice; save for a hint of Southlands Forager accent, it might as well have been that of Marlene Rush.
As the Invid simulagent stepped into the sunlight, luxurious red hair shorn to her shoulders and skin as pale as a Tiresian's, Scott thought: She is Marlene!
The Regis's daughter took a moment to absorb the scene before she collapsed into Scott's slapdash embrace, sighing. "I knew you'd return for me, Scott, I knew you'd return."
Lunk quickly turned his back to the two of them, afraid they would see his tears.

Scott immediately realized that Marlene had undergone a profound change since they had last embraced. Marlene then had been alive and vital to his confused thoughts and anxious hands, a woman of human lusts and needs, nothing like the insubstantial being he cradled in his arms now. It was something he could not articulate, but it was obvious to all who dared to look deep enough into her eyes.
Scott led her into the shade, to a canvas-backed chair at the head of a split-log longtable. Lunk positioned himself behind the chair, his large callused hands resting on Marlene's frail shoulders. "I told ya she was having a rough time of it, Lieutenant. Ya never shoulda come back."
Marlene patted Lunk's hand and gazed up at him fondly. "I'm all right, Lunk. Really."
Scott felt her eyes return to him and swallowed hard as he perched himself on the edge of the table: "Marlene," he began, "how much do you remember about those last few days at Reflex Point?"