" Perry Rhodan 0073 - (65) Renegades of the Future" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

On Myrtha 7, latest base of the Terranian spacefleet, three deserters have succeeded in making
their escape on board a Gazelle type long-range reconnaissance spaceship. Their course is
currently unknown but extensive search activity is in progress.

In addition to the deserters it is probable that 1st Lt. Chellish is also on board the scoutship.
Chellish gained recent public notice in connection with repelling the encroachments of a
humanoid race from Myrtha 12. It is presumed that he has been forced to pilot the hijacked flier.

Fleet authorities have attached no especial significance to the incident, since neither the data
memory of the Gazelle nor 1st Lt. Chellish nor the three deserters are in possession of any
important defence information.



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Yes, Chellish knew Roane could handle a gun. Squinting upward at the man, he slipped a leg over the
edge of the low-lying bunk. Drowsily he placed his feet on the deck as though preparing to stand up. He
moved and acted with the slow clumsiness of one who had not yet collected his wits about him. So his
big-shouldered opponent was taken by surprise when he suddenly came up from the floor like an arrow.
His left shoulder struck RoaneтАЩs gun hand and Roane shouted a curse as he lost his grip on the pistol.

At the sound of the gun clattering across the deck, Chellish knew half the battle was won. In comparison
to Roane he was a weakling but Roane was caught off guard and Chellish had the hard training of the
Fleet behind him. He shot his hand forward and clipped his assailant across the throat, causing him to
stagger back gurgling in pain. He followed swiftly as Roane crashed backwards against the bulkhead.
With a flying leap, he rammed him heavily in the stomach.

He heard Roane let out a grunt of pain and saw him topple over to his left. Chellish stood there
breathlessly, waiting to see whether Roane was really out or if he was playing a trick. But before he could
determine which, something exploded in his brain with a flash of unexpected violence.

He didnтАЩt even know it when he crashed to the deck.



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As he came to again he heard somebody groan: "The crazy fool!" Even though a sharp, humming
headache impaired his thinking at the moment, he knew that he himself was being referred to.

The voice he had heard was RoaneтАЩs but now a second voice answered: "It would have been a mess if I
hadnтАЩt been close by. I hope he comes to. We canтАЩt hang around here till broad daylight. In another hour
and a half at the most the sun will be up."