"Steve Perry - Matador 7 - Brother Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

two-piece matching shirt and threequarter pants, orthosandals with paler blue stockings to the knees. He
had a matching synlin personals bag slung over his left shoulder on a wide strap, and looked like any
other local come for the celebration. Could be somebody's uncle or cousin, nothing to mark him as
unusual, save his intense attention to Bork's sister.

When Taz was thirty meters away, the man casually ambled after her. Yep. Coffee Cream over there
was trouble. He had the feel.

Bork let him cover five meters and glance back once to be sure he wasn't being followed. When Cream
returned his attention to Taz, Bork said to Veate, "I'm going to the fresher."

She nodded, and switched the baby to the other side, drawing stares from the people around her as
perfect breasts flashed whitely in the sunlight, shining like gravid pearls. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. No problem. Back in a couple minutes."

She knew something was up but she didn't push it. Bork appreciated that.

Bork quickly angled off, and took a parallel course somewhat behind Cream. He'd worn light gray to
keep from getting too hot, but he felt a little sweat begin forming under his own loose-weave orthoskins.

Cream had one hand in the shoulder bag now, and Bork was fairly certain he was holding some kind of
weapon.

The big matador edged closer to the man tailing his sister, moving precisely and silently.

Cream was intent on his target, speeding up a little, gaining on her.

Taz kept her back to her watcher, as if she hadn't a care in the galaxy past achieving the drink stand.

A few more meters and Bork would be in perfect position to staple the guy into a meaty knot if he even
blinked funny. Unless that hand came out of the bag empty, Bork planned to arrange it so Cream was out
cold before he hit the plastcrete.

When Bork was still three steps away, Cream pulled a gun from the shoulder bag and began to swing it
up in line with Taz's back. She was five meters ahead, an easy shot.

Bork yelled, "Hey, you! Drop it!"

Cream jerked his attention away from Taz and started to turn, swinging the gun around to cover the
noisy threat.



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That was good. Bork slid into Arc of Air, a portion of the Ninety-seven Steps that covered a lot of
ground in a hurry.