"S. Andrew Swann - Zimmerman's Algorithm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swann S Andrew)

"After you," Raphael said, "You have the flashlight."
Gideon knelt next to the gap and whispered, "Seems quiet enough." Gideon crouched down, preparing to
slip under the door. "Watch my back."
"Sure thing," Raphael whispered in a puff of fog.
Raphael crouched down next to him so he could cover the interior of the garage as Gideon slipped
under the door. Gideon turned on his flashlight, rolled across the oil-stained concrete under the garage door,
and stood up.
The place was cavernous, and what Gideon saw of it was empty. Unfortunately, the door was at the
end of a short hall, and the walls managed to cut off the view of more than a third of the garage to either
side. There could very well be a truck parked down here, out of sight.
Raphael rolled in after him, standing up and covering what was visible of the garage with his automatic.
They both stayed still as Gideon moved the Mag-lite to illuminate the space in front of them.
The floor was at basement level, and the ceiling must have reached above the first floor. Steetlights
filtered in from an unseen window, so everything outside the flashlight beam was illuminated in a pale
yellow the color of urine. It was diffuse enough to reach the ceiling, and the far walls.
 Directly opposite them was a gaping maw that was apparently for a freight elevator. He could see
dangling cables caught in the flashlight beam.
Gideon started inching along the left wall, down the corridor toward the main room. Raphael followed.
Each step brought more of the garage into view as he swept the flashlight beam back and forth.
The first thing Gideon noticed was a catwalk hugging the wall at about first-floor height. Windows were
set into the wall just above the catwalk, streetlights shining through gaps in the wood boarding them over. A
small forklift, a Bobcat, was parked by the wall, under the catwalk. Unlike the rest of the place, it looked
new and in working order.
Even after seeing the forklift, Gideon felt his breath catch the moment the Daedalus came into view.
It sat a few feet away from the forklift, resting on a heavy-duty pallet. It was stainless steel, built like a
tall five-drawer filing cabinet, with cooling vents coming out of the sides. One of the bottom "drawers" had
been pulled out, revealing it as just a thin metal panel. Cables led out of the exposed interior of the machine
and snaked around the pallet up to a few gray electrical boxes on the wall. Gideon could feel the hot dry
exhaust from the machine on his face as he looked at it. He could hear the thing's cooling system humming
to itself.
It was actually here.
He could hear Raphael saying something, and from the tone, his brother was more surprised than he
was. Raphael had taken a few steps away from the wall, toward the machine. Gideon took a half step to
follow himтАФ
A spotlight blasted from the left side of the garage. Raphael's shadow stretched all the way to the
Daedalus. Raphael was past the corner, near the center of the floor. Raphael, washed in white light, spun
around, bringing his automatic to bear. He yelled at the people behind the light, "FBI, freeтАФ"
A dull thudding sound filled the room, the noise like an air hammer striking mud. Raphael fell backward,
his head a bloody mess. Gideon's instincts took over and he hugged the corner, reaching around and firing at
the spotlight.
The cover the wall provided wasn't enough. He heard several more of the dull hammer blows. The
corner of the wall blew apart, spraying Gideon with concrete shrapnel. A shot slammed into his shoulder,
and his hand spasmed, letting his gun fly into the garage. He tried to duck away, but another shot, or a piece
of shrapnel, sliced into his leg. It suddenly couldn't support him, and he fell to the ground. He couldn't get his
arms down to protect himself, and his head struck the concrete with the full force of his fall.
He blacked out for a few moments.
As he came to, he could see the garage was fully lit and filled with men in black jumpsuits and body
armor. They ringed him and Raphael. One was staring at Gideon's belt. Gideon's badge was visible where
his overcoat had fallen open. One of the men in black said, "Fuck, they're cops."
Gideon's vision was blurred and half focused. He might have blacked out again. When he opened his