"John Ringo - Ghost 04 - Into the Breach" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ringo John)

greedy about it.

"License and registration," the officer said as the driver rolled down the window. There was another
officer on the passenger's side, waiting patiently. Not common but not unknown. Generally they were
both on the driver's side so that the partner could be sure of the take. The strangest thing about the
policeman, the driver noticed in the last moments of his life, was that he was unusually fit and professional
looking.

"Please step out of the vehicle," the policeman said, stepping back and gesturing. He also hadn't
pocketed the money.
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"Why?" the driver said. "I'm not drunk."

"I need to ask you a few questions," the policeman said, waving again with is left hand and placing his
hand on the butt of his service pistol. "Out of the truck!"

At this the passenger side door was yanked open and the officer on that side grasped the driver's mate,
pulling him down to the road.

"Okay, okay!" the driver said raising his hands then lowering them to open the door and climb out.
"What's the big deal?"

"To the side of the road," the policeman said, sternly. "Hands above your head."

"Fine, fine, whatever," the driver replied, shaken. "What is all this about?"

The answer was a cold sensation in the back of his head and then blackness.

***

The "police officer" slid the silenced pistol back into the rear waistband of his perfect uniform trousers
and looked at his watch. As he lowered his hand a man wearing the identical coveralls to the driver, right
down to the Argenia Pharmaceuticals badge on his left breast, walked out of the woods carrying a body
bag. He unrolled it next to the body and then the "driver" and the "policeman" lifted the driver's body into
the bag. The "driver" zipped it shut and then the two lifted it and carried it to the rear of the panel van.

When they got there six men in heavy battle dress were already there, opening up the back door. Four
of them boarded and caught the tossed bodies, rapidly stacking them on the shelves lining the side of the
panel van. The remaining two were carrying weapons, coveralls and body armor. As the bodies were
being stacked one of the policemen slid on the coveralls as the two porters handed off their burdens to
the four stackers in the van. The second stripped of his police uniform revealing the uniform of the
Federal Security Executive underneath. He was handed a heavy jacket, a fur hat and correct equipment
for his position. When the "policemen" were dressed, all four climbed into the now crowded panel van.

Three seconds after the door slammed the panel van started rolling again. From braking to a stop until
moving the van had been in place for two minutes and twenty-seven seconds, three seconds ahead of