"Wen Spencer - Endless Blue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spencer Wen)

"To start with there's your ship, theSvoboda . As a frigate, she can enter a planet's astrosphere, fly at
low attitude if needed, land and take off. As an intelligence gathering ship, theSvoboda has the
experience and the needed equipment to move undetected while searching for theFenrir .
PersonallyтАФyou were raised landside, which means you understand wind and weather. Also you're
Novaya Rus militia. It might not be coincidence that both of these ships are from New Washington. We
might be looking at sabotage."

"Over ten years?"

"We've lost a lot of ships to misjumps. It's been considered unavoidable since jumps are often made by
damaged ships under heavy fire. That might not be the case."

"I see."

"And then there's your Red commander."

Mikhail turned sharply to frown at Heward. "What does my brother have to do with this?"

"Brother? My god, Volkov adopted your Red?"

"No." Mikhail refused to explain more.

It still amazed Mikhail that otherwise intelligent people couldn't see that it was morally wrong to treat
another as inferior just because of the circumstances of their birth. If his father was going to bring two
children into the universe via bioengineering, the fact that one was genetically related and the other wasn't
shouldn't have made a difference. Turk should have had every advantage that he had; God knows, his
father could afford it. At least they'd been equal in Ivan's affectionsтАФwhich was to say, none.

"How does Turk figure into this?" Mikhail repeated.

"Perhaps it would be better to show you."

***

Mikhail had seen enough Reds exposed to hard vacuum to differentiate the body from a normal human.
Reds were genetically adapted so they could change and adapt to extreme conditions. While a Red could
survive ten times longer than an un-adapted human, eventually the cold and vacuum of space would kill
them.

The Red's claws, arms and chest were covered with blood. Sometimes a Red would claw up his face
and throat during the last moments of asphyxiation. There were no wounds, however, on the Red.

"Who did he kill?"

"These two." Webster uncovered two purely human males. All three wore natural cotton fabric
fashioned into worn, ill-fitting and weather beaten clothing. There was neither rank insignia nor indication
that the clothes were uniforms of any sorts.
"Who are they?"