"David Robbins - Blade 04 - Pipeline Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

"If we make any mistakes now, we're dead."

"Yes, sir," Tyler replied dutifully.

They were standing on the southernmost of a pair of ridges bordering a
narrow valley. Captain Bowen scanned the binoculars from right to left. "I
hope we have the correct coordinates."

Lieutenant Tyler surveyed the snow-covered landscape below the ridge
they were on, noting the sea of white with a frown. "Are you as sick of
snow as I am?"

"I sort of like it."

Lieutenant Tyler snorted. "Are you serious, Captain Bowen?"

"Yeah," Bowen answered. "We never saw snow in Los Angeles. In the
old days, before the war, L.A. received snow every now and then. But none
since."

"World War Three screwed up the climate everywhere," Tyler
remarked.

"World War Three screwed up the entire planet," Captain Bowen
declared. "The climate changed. Governments collapsed. Massive amounts
of radiation were unleashed. Chemical weapons polluted the environment
for centuries to come." He paused. "And worst of all, the mutants
multiplied like rabbits."

Tyler glanced over his shoulder at the plain of snow to their rear, at the
line of tracks they had made. "Do you think there are any here?"

"Mutants?"

"It's probably too cold for them here, right?"

"Wrong," Captain Bowen said. "There are mutants everywhere. Even in
Alaska."

Lieutenant Tyler stamped his feet again to disguise his nervousness.
"What kind of mutants?" he asked softly.

Captain Bowen shrugged. "Who knows? No one can predict how the
toxins will affect embryonic growth."

"Have you ever wished you'd been born before the war?" Tyler inquired.

"No, not really," Captain Bowen responded, his binoculars fixed on the
valley. "Have you?"