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

"I'll bet."

In prewar times those of limited understanding might have referred to
Grizzly as a freak. The term he preferred, the term generally used to
describe his kind, was hybrid. A genetically engineered mutation, bred by
a demented scientist in a test tube in a laboratory, he had been endowed
with a mixture of human and bestial traits. Like all hybrids, his animal
traits were patterned after a specific species, in his case the terrible grizzly
bear.

Grizzly stood over five feet eight, but enjoyed the physique of a
powerhouse. A coat of light brown fur completely covered his body from
head to toe. His torso, limbs, and shoulders were exceptionally thick, and
a prominent hump existed between his shoulder blades. His face was
decidedly bearlike; concave cheeks, elongated nostrils, a pointed chin, and
a receding brow all added to the effect. The only article of approval he
wore was a black loincloth.

"How do you feel about coming back?" Blade inquired.

"Nervous. If I had any brains I would have stayed in the Outlands," the
hybrid said in his low, raspy voice.

"And miss your chance for revenge?"

Grizzly smiled, the expression devoid of all warmth. "Never. I want to
carve the son of a bitch into bits and pieces."

The cab driver looked over his shoulder. "Do you mind if I ask who you
guys are talking about?"

"Yes," Grizzly snapped.

Blade hardly noticed the fleeting terror that flickered across the driver's
countenance. He was preoccupied with thoughts of two people he had
cared for deeply, two people who were now dead. He must make certain
their deaths had not been in vain.

Ahead appeared the electrified fence enclosing the Force Facility.
Embracing 12 acres, the combination headquarters and training area
included two concrete landing pads each 50 yards square for the VTOLs
the Force utilized as primary transportation, plus hangars for the aircraft
and, in the middle of the facility, three concrete bunkers. One was the
supply bunker, another the barracks, and the third Blade's command
bunker.

A pair of California Army troops were on guard duty just inside the
south gate. They stared suspiciously at the approaching cab, their M-16's
in their hands.