"David L. Robbins - Endworld 08 - Denver Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

Telford lowered his M-16 and scratched the stubble on his pointed chin.
"I hope they've got a drink with them," he remarked.

"You know we're not allowed to drink on duty," Brandon reminded him.

Telford deliberately belched. "Who's going to know?" he demanded.
"The captain and Brutus are way up the road, and Sammy is probably
playing with himself back in Denver."

"Don't you have any respect for your superiors?" Mitchell inquired,
peeved, as always, by Telford's abysmal lack of decorum.

"Of course I do," Telford retorted, snickering. "When they're within
earshot."
 Mitchell decided to ignore him and concentrated on the rapidly
approaching truck. He found himself reviewing the sequence of events
leading up to his present situation.

A century after the war, Samuel II had decided the time was ripe to
commence reconquering the territory outside the Civilized Zone. His
forces defeated the Flathead Indians at Kalispell, Montana, and then
prepared to attack a large company of superb horsemen known as the
Cavalry based in South Dakota. Before the assault could be launched, and
while the Army was in the process of assembling its tactical units at
Cheyenne, Wyoming, for the big drive into neighboring South Dakota,
something unthinkable happened.

Someone used a thermonuclear device on Cheyenne.

Samuel II was furious. And so was Samuel's associate, a brilliant
scientist known as the Doktor. The Doktor suspected that a small clan
known as the Family was responsible for the nuking of Cheyenne. Without
advising Samuel II, the Doktor dispatched 2000 soldiers, the majority of
whom had been enroute to Cheyenne when it was struck, to the Family's
compound in Minnesota. This 30-acre compound, called the Home by the
Family, was situated in northwestern Minnesota. Under the command of
Captain Luther and Brutus, the special force had one mission only: to raze
the Home to the ground.

The troop transport was 40 yards from the jeep and beginning to
brake.

"Maybe the truck is carrying munitions," Brandon guessed.

By the time it was 20 yards out, the truck had slowed to a crawl.

"I'll bet the driver is as surprised to see us as we are to see him," Telford
commented.