"Steve Perry - Matador 4 - The Omega Cage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

There were six of them, Stark knew. He also knew precisely where they planned
to hop the wall, and he was ready for them. It had been a while since he'd
tendered an object lesson, and it never hurt to remind the scum what happened to
those who got itchy feet. It wasn't any particular joy to him; he had come from
the military, and slaughter wasn't his style. But the rules had to be made clear.
No exceptions.

He thumbed his throat mike. "You see them, doppler?"

The simadam running the scope replied, "Copy, Warden. Six for six,
approaching stanchion four, two hundred and six meters out."

Stark nodded. "Good," he said. "Heat up the lasers."

There was a brief pause, then the simadam said, "Uh, wouldn't the focused
sonics work just as well? And they'd be aliveтАФ"

"The lasers, I said. Full spec, full rake, full pattern."


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"Jesu Cristo." The words came in a hushed murmur.

"What was that?"

"Ah, I said, copy, Warden. Full SRP."

Stark smiled slightly. "I thought that's what you said. Discom."

The warden stood behind his desk and stretched. He could watch the show on the
holoprojтАФthey would kick in the photomutable eyes as soon as the first laser
opened upтАФbut felt he should see it directly. Never hide from the consequences
of your orders. He ambled toward the office exit.

Outside, the heat hit him with its usual humid intensity. He would have to get
another follow-cooler as soon as he could siphon enough stads for it. The last
one had given up the fight with a bang a couple of days back; the compressor
had blown out and sprayed inert gases every which way. The dead cooler lay in a
pile of junk in the machine yard now, another victim of the Omegan weather.
The cooler was considered a luxury according to Confed rules, but as far as he
was concerned, it was a necessity here. If they wouldn't give him the money for a
new one, he would get it another way.

Almost time, he thought, glancing at his chronometer.

He took the elevator up to the observatory level. It, like most of the