"Peter W. Prellwitz - Book 02 - Shards" - читать интересную книгу автора (Prellwitz Peter W)

Many patrols had energy detection equipment, normally heat sensors and night goggles. The rain took
care of the first and Mike could falsify the second, but when playing this game, there's no point in taking
unnecessary chances.

"One position ten point one.тАЭ I was letting the others know I'd be in position, ten meters from the
attackers, in one-tenth of a minute.

"Two position ten point two.тАЭ That was Jamison.

"Three position ten point one. Four position fifteen point one. Five position twenty heavy point two. Six
position twenty heavy point oh.тАЭ Mike used four different voices, sending out signals just in case they
were listening in.


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I snapped on my charger and stared into the rain. At first I couldn't see them, but eventually, I made out
four separate shapes. That made the fifth one a lurker. Standard NATech recon party. I lifted the gun and
aimed at the one in the lead. He was a big enough target at ten meters. I started to gently squeeze off a
shot when Jamison spoke up on my left.

"That's far enough, gentlemen! Drop the weapons."

The fool! Instead of dropping their weapons, they used them. Fighting down the temptation to cuss him
out, I snapped off my shot and moved toward him, keeping low. The largest of the group fell heavily. I
saw a quick beam from where Jamison was, and hoped he moved. Another one went down, but the other
two were closing in on Jamison. I ran to him. I heard the boom of a slug gun.

I made about half the distance when I slammed into the fifth guy, the lurker. He was slightly built, but
still larger and heavier than me. His arm clouted my gun hand, and the gun clattered off. He'd been
trying to shatter my elbow, but hadn't accounted for my small size, so he hit more gun than me. It
numbed my left hand momentarily, but was probably worse for him.

I had maybe five seconds before those other two caught up with Jamison. Lurker swung a vicious hand
at my neck, to break it. But this motion was the complement of the first, so he had not adjusted for my
short height and quicker speed. As a result his attack, already high, was easily dodged. He still raked it
across the top of my head, ripping off my headset. I had no time for finesse, so I jammed my open palm
into his nose, sending the slivers of bone into, well there's no point in getting graphic. He dropped,
making a sick, gurgling sound. I passed by him, knowing that he was dying. I'd been lucky. I was so
intent in getting to Jamison that I had forgotten about the fifth man. Had I been a full-grown woman, that
oversight would have cost me my life. Of course, had I been a full-grown woman, I wouldn't have
forgotten in the first place.

I ran to where Jamison had fired from, but there was no one there. I stopped and turned in a circle,
listening. I brushed my soaking hair back from my ears-my ponytail had come undone when I lost my
headset-to better hear. At first, there was nothing but the slam of rain on ancient concrete and the lonely
grumble of far off thunder.

A lighting bolt raked the night, and the pieces of the sky thundered their protest. In the flash, I saw the