"Nick Pollotta - Bureau 13 - Judgment-Night" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pollotta Nick)

A short while later, we entered a тАЬFalling RockтАЭ zone, a
towering cliff of veined granite edging the highway on our
side. I was driving at the time and on a hunch hit the nitrous
oxide injector.
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by Nick Pollotta


In a roar, the engine revved to overload, the dashboard
meters hit the red and we rocketed through the area at 150
mph with flame coming out of our twin tail pipes. Nothing else
happened, but it was always smart to play it safe.
****
Six hours later, I knew we were in New York City before
reading the sign, because we were slammed to halt reaching
bumper-to-bumper traffic.
тАЬParade?тАЭ Richard asked, craning his neck for a better
view.
In the passenger seat, Donaher scowled from under his
fishing hat. тАЬNo, just rush hour.тАЭ
тАЬRush hour on a weekend?тАЭ
A shrug. тАЬWelcome to New York.тАЭ
Not amused, I watched as a snail raced by on the berm.
Some of our fellow prisoners were starting to read books, or
begin jigsaw puzzles. Guess this was old hat to them. Then an
odd movement amid the traffic caught my attention. A
gasoline truck was starting down the up ramp of the
expressway, forcing cars out of its way to reach the
motionless river of vehicles.
тАЬDrunk driver?тАЭ Mindy asked, gesturing in that direction.
тАЬJust a New Yorker,тАЭ Raul said grumpily, polishing his
wand with a chamois cloth.
My sunglasses had broken during our recent sojourn, so all
I had now was a single lens to peer through. As I dialed for
enhancement, I could see the driver had a human aura, but
on his forehead was clearly visible the tattoo of a silver knife
stabbing through the moon. Hoo boy. That was the symbol of
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by Nick Pollotta


the Scion of the Silver Dagger, a lunatic group dedicated to
the destruction of the world for no particular reason that the
Bureau could ever discover.
тАЬIt's the Scion!тАЭ I shouted, drawing my Magnum.
Everybody grabbed weapons, George even flipped the
switch arming our missile pod before remembering it was
empty. тАЬShit,тАЭ he growled, glaring at the roof.