"006 The Mutant Corps" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

Tako Kakuta and Reginald Bell were not really interested in what was going on down on the field. They merely pretended interest by visually following the football, since they did not want to arouse suspicion. All their thoughts. were concentrated on their real mission-hunting for mutants to swell the ranks of RhodanТs small troop of faithful.Their miniature radios were masterpieces of precision tooling. The transmitters were constructed of two tiny plastic foils, lying on top of each other. In the space between them were arranged all the technical elements. They wore the senders attached to the inside of their shirt collars, which also hid the highly sensitive throat microphones capable of picking up the slightest whisper. The men had hidden the receivers in their ears, where, they took up as much space as a small cotton ball.

Suddenly Bell received a message from Kakuta. "Abnormal brainwave pattern. Most remarkable superimposed waves at 33,000 angstroms. What do you make of it?"

"Incredibly high value, Tako. Even considering the excitement of this football match, such a high frequency is totally outside the normal range. Do you have the coordinates for the manТs seat?"

"I have them marked down."

"All right. Wait until I have him, located too."

Reginald Bell was working with one hand in his pocket. The direction finderТs antenna swept along the rows of spectators in their seats of Section F. Since Bell knew the value of the abnormality he was searching for, it was almost childТs play for him. He receiver settled automatically as soon as it hit the target it was looking for."These are my coordinates, Tako. According to the seating plan it is 135 degrees, seven minutes, thirty seconds."

"Thanks! My readings are forty-six degrees, twelve minutes exactly. Please calculate the exact location of the manТs seat."Both Tako and Bell were busy calculating for a moment. Then they compared their results. The seat was number 844 injection F.

"ThatТs perfect!" said Bell. "I am going now to the main entrance. ItТs another twenty-five minutes till half-time."

"Very good," replied Tako. "Take care of the robot commando."

The plan of action had been worked out in detail and to perfection. With the help of Arkonide instruments they had determined from some distance away where their mutant target was. But to be on the safe side Tako wanted to have a quick look at his compatriot from close by.

He approached his seat in an inconspicuous manner and snapped a picture of the pleasant faced twenty-five year old fellow. Then Tako made his way up the stairs. There near the entrance he met Reginald Bell.

"Everything went fine. Here is a photo of the young man. Are the robots ready for action?"

Bell nodded briefly and then put the picture into his pocket. Both waited for the end of the game, when the people would be leaving their seats. Then the two mutant hunters would close in on their prey.

Tako and Bell stationed themselves at opposite ends of row 34. The young man from seat 844 walked toward the, right, where Bell would have to intercept him. But the suspected mutant was in the company of two friends. RhodanТs emissaries would have to exercise some patience.Outside the stadium the robot car was parked amid thousands of other automobiles. The robotТs direction finder was already set for the young mutant Japanese, who was getting into his car quite some distance away. His two friends were riding with him. The traffic was too thick to get anywhere near the trioТs car. Bell and Tako had to rely entirely on their brainwave direction finder to maintain contact with their intended catch.Bell and Tako communicated via their miniature radios. Kakuta managed to push his way toward Bell but did not quite reach him.

"Do you see that dark red car over there? ThatТs the one!"

"Impossible to get to it. And the robots are parked too far to the, back of the lot Take your car, Bell. ThatТs best solution now."

"But those guys will have disappeared before I even can get my car started!"

"Just a moment! Make a right turn-thatТs a shortcut to the freeway. This way you can overtake the dark. red car. Keep close to it; donТt lose it from your sight!"

"And how about you, Tako?"

"IТll take a taxi."

"But thatТs nonsense! You will lose too much time that way!"Tako smiled. "DonТt worry about that. IТll make up for the lost time. Just keep in touch with me!"Several hundred yards behind him followed the robot car, which remained inconspicuous because of its polarized glass panes, which prevented anyone from seeing what was inside.

Tako seemed to have got the worst of the bargain. His taxicab was hemmed in by the traffic and could advance only very slowly. Tako kept urging, the cab driver on, but the cab was solidly caught in the traffic jam.

After fifteen minutes of snail paced progress Tako realized that something had to be done; he would have to act very quickly.

"They have just stopped their car," reported Bell via radio. "I just drove past them. They probably want to go to a restaurant. There is one at the corner of the next big intersection."

"I know the place," confirmed Tako. "Turn around. We will meet in the restaurant. Relay instructions to the robot car to keep an eye on the dark red automobile and to park somewhere near it."