"David L. Robbins - Endworld 10 - New York Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

exploding in a violent spray of putrid flesh and a vile, greenish fluid. It
shrieked as it died.

"Move!" Captain Edwards instructed his squad.

Geisz and Winkel took off, Geisz taking the point, her blue eyes alertly
scanning the corridor ahead.

Private Dougherty followed them, studying the scanner.

Captain Edwards brought up the rear. "Readings!" he snapped.

"They've disappeared off the scope," Dougherty replied.

"That's impossible!" Captain Edwards responded.
 "I'm telling you they're gone!" Private Dougherty said, disputing his
superior.

"Let me see that!" Captain Edwards said.

Private Dougherty halted and swung his right arm around. "Here! See
for yourself."

Captain Edwards leaned over the scanner, checking the grids for blips
of white light.

Nothing.

"But that's impossible," Edwards repeated.

"Don't I know it!" Dougherty agreed.

"Let's go!" Captain Edwards kept his lamplight on the hallway behind
them as he trailed Dougherty, his mind whirling. There was no way they
could just vanish like that! So where the hell had they gone? Were there
other passages or vents not marked on the blueprints the Technics
possessed? Some way they could travel beyond scanner range in the space
of a few seconds?

"Captain Edwards!" came a cry from further along the hall.

Edwards recognized the voice of Marion Geisz. "Hurry!" he prodded
Dougherty, and the two of them hastened along the corridor.

Geisz and Winkel were waiting ahead, their helmet lamps pointed
downward.

They'd found the stairwell. Again.

"It looks like there's no bottom," Geisz commented as Edwards and