"David Robbins - Blade 9 - LA Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

"Doc." Prior to joining the Force, Doc had made his living as a gambler in Rapid City and other frontier
towns in the Dakota Territory, where he had also acquired a feared reputation as a consummate gunman.

The fourth person on the firing line was different from all the rest by virtue of her sex and her
inexperience. Raphaela was her name, and she had been sent by the Moles to be their recruit. Her pale
complexion from a life spent almost always underground contrasted sharply with her flaming red hair and
her striking green eyes. At five feet eight in height, she presented the perfect picture of frailty even though
she wore regulation green combat fatigues. As did the tall man standing to her left, a broad-shouldered
professional military officer endowed with the physique of a classical Greek wrestler. He stood six feet,
two inches tall, and wore his blond hair clipped short in the military fashion. On his lapels were the
insignia signifying his rank of captain.

Mike Havoc was his name, and he was the older brother of another Force recruit who had died ten
months ago. His clear blue eyes regarded the Warrior rather coldly.

Last in line, and without a doubt the most unique volunteer in the bunch, was the hybrid. Part feline, part
human, the creature known as Jaguarundi had been created in a test tube by a genetic engineer. Before
the war, genetic engineering

тАШhad been all the rage among the scientific elite as they vied with one another to see who could produce
the most superior mutation. JaguarandiтАЩs creator, a deranged genius who hut gone by the title of the
Doktor, had bred an entire corps of hybrid assassins by editing the genetic instructions encoded in the
chemical structure of molecules of DNA. During the course of the war between the Federation and the
Doktor, which had culminated in the first Federation victory, a number of the geneticistтАЩs mutants had
rebelled against their maker.

Jaguarundi had been one of them. Thin and six feet in height, he wore just a black loincloth as clothes
made him uncomfortable. And well they did with the coat of short reddish fur that covered his body from
the crown of his oval head to the tips of ears were rounded, and his slanted green eyes half slits for
pupils. His teeth, revealed whenever he snarled, were tapered and razor sharp. He had Civilized Zone
after the Doktor was defeated, volunteered to represent them on the Force.

"So are we done with the firing range for the day or what?" Lobo queried.

The question brought Blade out of his reverie and nodded. "For today, but weтАЩll practice marksmanship
again tomorrow and IтАЩll expect you to be able to handle magazines without dropping one"

Doc Madsen laughed.

"You find something funny, turkey?" Lobo asked argumentatively.

"What if I do?" Doc responded, his right hand close to his Magnum.

"Just askinтАЩ," Lobo said.
Blade frowned. The new recruits still had a long way to go before they would mesh as a team. They had
their first conflict, against the Mexican bandit who called himself El Diablo, by the proverbial seat of their
though all of them except for Raphaela had experience to varying degrees, as a unit they He needed to
cram as much training into them before they were sent out on another mission. Jaguarundi cocked his
head to one side, then