" Perry Rhodan 0059 - (51) Return from The Void" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

"So take a look at the situation right here. These people were seated at this table having breakfast. And
then it happened. They were suddenly removed from the table. They disappeared. Their eating utensils
remained behind. Just as the tractors and wagons remained behind. No, I donтАЩt think weтАЩre dealing with
teletransmitters."

"With what, then?"

Rous shrugged his shoulders. He was about to make a comment but just then a door slammed and
heavy footsteps were heard approaching through the darkness of the adjacent room.

Fellmer Lloyd stuck his head into the room. "SomebodyтАЩs coming!" he said simply.

"Quick, turn out the light!" ordered Rous. "LloydтАФone person or several?"

"No, a whole bunch of them, maybe 20 and approaching fairly fast."

"From what direction?"

"Apparently on the road from Ferraneigh."

The 3 of them had also arrived here on that road this morning. Rous went back into the room where he
could see the street from the windows. Meanwhile Rosita had put out the light but a narrow shaft of light
reached them from the windows of the house across the street where the light-tubes were still burning.

Rous had drawn his weapon. Lloyd went to the table and assumed his usual position, seated and with his
head supported in his hands. Rosita stood by the door with the wooden knob of the light-cord in her
hand.

"Do you hear that?" asked Lloyd suddenly.

Rous listened. He sensed a faint trembling in the groundтАФand from a distance came a steady humming
sound. He recognized it. One didnтАЩt have to go closer to the source to hear itтАФthe sound pervaded the
countryside.

"Put the light back on," he ordered. "Lloyd, stay here and take care of Ms. Perez. IтАЩm going outside."

"DonтАЩt, Rous!" cried Rosita. "Stay here! Do you really know what it is?"

"Yes," he said somberly. "ItтАЩs a bus."

It was a bus.

With blazing headlights, it came down the road from Ferraneigh with astonishing speed. The storm
whipped up bright whorls of dust in the oncoming glare of the headlights.

The heavy vehicle came clattering into the village without slowing its pace. Apparently the driver had no
intention of stopping in Keyloghal.

Rous stood in the middle of the street and waited until he was caught in the illumination of the headlights.