"David Robbins - Blade 13 - Vengeance Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)see fit. If I want you on the team, you're on."
"Won't some of the leaders raise a stink?" "Let them." Grizzly scrutinized his friend carefully. "You've changed during the past year." "Have I?" "Yep, You're more of a hardass than you were before." "I'll take that as a compliment," Blade said. He spied a cluster of people standing outside the command bunker and braced himself for the grilling that would take place. He intended to tell them the truth with one major exception, an exception he would deal with personally. The hybrid, whose eyesight was keener than the giant's, said, "They've spotted us." They certainly had. A female voice whooped, "Blade! It's Blade!" Six figures ran to meet the new arrivals. Genuinely glad to see them, Blade beamed. In the lead came the fleetest of the bunch, the volunteer from the Civilized Zone, a hybrid like Grizzly, a lean cat-man named Jaguarundi. He also had a coat of fur, only his happened to be reddish, and wore a black loincloth. As did the animal he resembled, his namesake, Jaguarundi possessed a small oval head, feline ears, eerie green eyes with vertical slits instead of circular pupils, and thin lips that were pulled back in a warm grin, in the process exposing his thin, tapered teeth. Behind the hybrid came three people in a row. On the left ran Raphaela, who hailed from the Moles. A beautiful redhead, she wore fatigues that almost matched the color of her eyes. Of all the new squad members, Raphaela had been the least experienced. But she learned fast and worked hard and had earned the honest respect of everyone else on the team. Beside her was Sparrow Hawk. He was a Flathead Indian from Montana, and beaded buckskins covered his short but stocky five-foot-six form. His shoulder-length hair and eyes were both dark. On the left side of his belt hung a hunting knife. In his right hand he clasped a spear. On the right jogged the volunteer from the Cavalry, an independent |
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