"Jerry Sohl - I, Aleppo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sohl Jerry)

Ralph Finsterwald mocked, "The lab's no place for that sort of thing. No
wonder we're not making any progress."

Sam sighed. "Don't knock it, Ralph. At least somebody is making
progress in something."

"We're not living together yet," Gary said. "I keep telling her two can
live cheaper than one, but Kate's not buying it."

"Oh, I buy it, all right, but I'm just not ready yet. When they raise the
rent where I am I'll consider it"

Gary rejoined, "What if they raise the rent where I am?"

"Then I'll move in with you," Sam said. "Unless you'd rather have
Ralph."

"Okay," Max cut in, making some final adjustments on the console.
"Let's do the evaluation and knock off the small talk."

"Any last requests?" Ralph asked after Gary had climbed up onto the
ebony table. "We could send out for pizza."

"Just give me the T.O.T.," Gary said.

"Hey, Sam," Ralph called, filling the syringe with trinopterine, "Gary
here's in no mood for humor. Can you figure that out?"

"Oh, you guys!" chirped Kate. "Leave him alone with his thoughts. It's
his first time, for heaven's sake."

"It had better be for Project Ephialtes' sake," Max said, taking the lead
monitor and lowering the helmet. "Ready, Dr. Carmody?"

"Ready," said Gary. In that moment Ralph shot home the fluid and a
haze appeared, Gary's limbs felt heavy, he closed his eyes and left the lab.



His B-17 was at 25,000 feet and starting its run for the bomb release
line. The flak was light and inaccurate. The Me-109s and FW-190s the
Luftwaffe had sent up to stop him remained at a respectful distance. And
well they might! He, General Gary Carmody, USAF, Chief of Air
Operations, ETO, terror of the Nazis, was personally assuming command
of this Bomber Group to show them all how it should be done. He was in
no mood for failure.

A few minutes later his bombardier informed him that, though he had
released the switch, the bombs would not drop. Just then the German