"Steve Perry - Matador 01 - The Man Who Never Missed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

bed. There were more potent sleeping medications, but a Paco would
sometimes stop the nightmares that usually went with Reflex. Sometimes.
тАФtwenty-five years old and Sub-Lojt, with a good shot at promotion to full
Lojtnant, if he would sign for another tour this far in advance. A man could
do worse than the military, and six years in the Jumptroops with two
Distinguished Service lines on Nazo and a third for the Kontrau'lega Break
would set him up for a fast track to his own centplex. That's what they told
him and he had no reason to believe any different. As soon as the little scrap
on Maro was done, he could come and see the Old Man's sub and talk fine
points and was he interested?
Emile Khadaji nodded and grinned. He was young and understood life in
the ranks. It wasn't dull, there were plenty of people who shared the places
with him, he had good times with women and even a few men, he had stads
to buy what he wanted. Was he interested? Yeah, he was interestedтАФ
"тАФsee the way the fish swim through that funnel, Emile? It's plenty big
enough to pass through, but once they're on the other side, they never can
seem to find the narrow exit to get back out."
The boy nodded at his father and watched the fifty kilo grouper swim
around inside the trap. There were five or six of the big blue-gray fish
flippering back and forth. "They're stupid," he said. "The hole in the middle is
the same size on both sides."
Hamay Khadaji looked down at his ten-year-old son, then back through
the glass walls of the observation tank. "No, son, they aren't stupid, no more
than any other fish. It's the way they look at things. It has to do with the
space around them, with the way their eyes and minds work. Just because
somebody or something doesn't look at the world the way you do doesn't
mean it's stupid. It's just differentтАФ"
"тАФoh, yes, Emile, put it in, I'm ready!"
He looked down the length of Jeda's naked body, slick with sweat, at her
widespread legs and damp pubic hair. He was ready too, but he wasn't sure
of just what to do. Should he just plunge in all at once? Or should he move
slowly? She said she liked it all at once, but the instruction tapes said it was
better to be easy, gentle andтАФ-she decided for him, as he poised himself over
her, by grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling him into her, hard. Oh,
yes! This was wonderful, he couldn't believe how good it felt, only it wasn't
going to last long, he felt himself about to explodeтАФ
тАФexploded into a shower of blood and torn flesh as the slugs from his
carbine smacked into her flesh. The look of surprise on her face, of
puzzlement, touched him. She had not known she could be hurt, that she
could die. It was there on her face as she fell, the amazement. Among the
hundreds of them charging across the harvested wheat field, he saw her face
clearly. But the look was on other faces in the background. Wrong, the look
said. This isn't right, this isn't the way it's supposed to be, those dying
expressions saidтАФ
"Khadaji, get your quad to the left, three hundred degrees! There's another
wave coming!"
"Jasper, Wilks, Reno, the Lojt says cover three hundred, stat!"
"Why are they still coming, Emile?" Reno was almost sobbing. "We're
blowing them to fuck and they ain't even armed! They're fucking crazy!"
"Goddamn fanatics," Jasper cut in. "They don't think they can die, their