"David Robbins - Blade 13 - Vengeance Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

"I don't know about that soul garbage. But I lost someone close to me
once, wasted by lowlifes, and it sure ticked me off," Lobo said. "It taught
me a great lesson, though. I learned not to waste time bawlin' my brains
out." He smirked. "It's more fun to get even."

Doc Madsen was examining Grizzly critically. "Who is this?" he
inquired.
 "I know who it is," Jaguarundi stated, smiling. He stepped up and
offered his right hand. "Hello, Grizzly. Long time no see."

"Hello, Jag," the bear-man said.

Blade was pleased that they knew each other. Both had been created by
the vile Doktor; both had later rebelled against the madman and been
imprisoned for their independence. After Blade had killed their creator
they'd been eventually released to begin a new life. They tended to be
loners by nature, and having a fellow hybrid oft the team would make
them feel more comfortable.

"There has been a rumor going around that you might be dead," Jag
mentioned.

"I'd like to get my claws on the sucker spreading that rumor," Grizzly
said.

Jag cocked his head to one side. "What happened to Athena Morris? I
thought she went into the Outlands with Blade and Mike to find you."

"She did," Grizzly confirmed, averting his eyes. "She's dead too."

The others were deeply affected by the news. They'd met Athena before
she departed, and her death on top of Captain Mike Havoc's dramatically
underscored their individual mortality. They all knew she had served on
the first team and grown to love Grizzly. Through the machinations of
someone who wanted to destroy the Force, they had been driven apart.
Grizzly had disappeared.

Later, when Blade received a report that Grizzly might actually be alive
and staying at a town called Mesaville in Arizona, Athena had volunteered
to go along. Blade broke the gloomy spell by asking, "Has General
Gallagher phoned or been by?"

"Not in days," Doc Madsen answered.

"The only visitor we've had is the diaper case," Lobo added.

"Who?" Blade asked, and then understood. "I wouldn't call Havoc that
to his face if I were you."
 "Why not?" Lobo responded. "He's not in the same league as his older