"Steve Perry - Aliens 03 - The Female War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

Dunston droned on about the quality of the food served in the dining halls.

According to the deck layout in the computer, there wouldn't be any guard at this point. Ripley had
insisted on a double check.

Tully looked up, grinning. "Clear," she said quietly.

Wilks felt himself loosen slightly. It was crucial to go unnoticed for as long as possible in order to
get past the guard ships. Once an alarm was sounded, their chances fell damn fast.

The Kurtz was docked outside D6; to get to it they needed to open three doorsтАФthis one, the
entry to the air lock, and the ship itself. All were computer-coded, and the complexity of the entry
systems usually meant no human guards, a major selling point for their choice of transport.

They would get into the loading room and call in the rest of the crew; Captain McQuade's
voice-print would be the key to the Kurtz. A licensed military pilot and the proper codes were all they
needed to get on board. The codes Leslie and Tully had rascaled up with little trouble.

Maybe too little ...

While Tully set up her portable, Wilks moved to the nearest 'com to raise Billie and the others.
They were waiting in Brewster's quarters. The marines had taken all of the carbines and grenades from
the armory they could carry, signing them out with General Peters's personal access code. Wilks had
laughed when Leslie had suggested using the general's code.

Looked like Peters had helped out after all.

Wilks walked quickly down D-corridor to a public 'com and tapped in Brewster's number.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Brewster, it's Wilks. Why don't you pop on over and have a drink?"

"Sounds great. Meet you at the bar."

Wilks discommed and walked back down the empty hall. So far, so good. Billie and the marines
would be there in two minutes or less, barring complications, and then they would be on their wayтАФ

"Hey," came a voice from behind him.

Wilks stopped and turned around. A burly young man in a security uniform approached him slowly,
face grim. His hand rested lightly on the butt of his stunner.

"Where do you think you're going?"



Brewster nodded at the other marines and they stood, picking up assorted wrapped bundles.
Weapons, ammo, various tools. No one spoke. Billie went to help Jones with his equipment, a few bags
of med supplies and a small diagnostic unit. He smiled at her, teeth bright against his chocolate-colored