"Jack Yeovil - Comeback Tour" - читать интересную книгу автора (Yeovil Jack)

"Shape up, Soule," he shouted. "This is serious."
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"Yes, Colonel," the boy snapped.

The Op sighted on a hoodhead who seemed to be directing the ground troops on the island, and took
him apart with a burst. That should throw some confusion into the ranks.

Matthew Croke, theYazooCity selectman who had visited him inMemphis , floated by, half his head shot
away. He rippled through the reflection of the burning cross.

Soule saw the man in the water, and swore again. He lifted his 'gator-baiter rifle and sniped three hoods
in a row, bringing them down with precise heartshots.

They still couldn't decide whether to land more gunmen or pull out entirely. The spidercopter was
hovering indecisively. Its lase swivelled, and burned a line across the ground. The grass singed, and
smoked.

The Op whistled, a pre-arranged signal, and the Yazoo Krewe stormed the beaches like John Wayne
hittingIwo Jima . The Op rapid-fired his weapon, jitterbugging a group of hoodheads.

Soule and three others were assembling a mortar under the cover of a dead tree. The Op gave them
some covering fire while they got the thing put together, and took a couple of shots at the copter. A
hoodhead fell from his rope, and splashed into the swamp. Someone up theremdashprobably
chickenheart Fassettmdashmade a decision to cut the ground troops loose and make a tactical retreat,
and the copter shifted in the air, its updrafts humming.

Come on, Soule.

"On line. Colonel," Soule shouted.

"Take the bird down," he ordered.

The kid's grin was a line of white in the night, and he worked the lever.

The shell rose in an arc, and peaked a few feet too low. It came down on the other side of the island,
exploding shrapnel into the thick greenery.

The spidercopter was still lifting, not yet up to speed. Its blades rhythmically sliced the air.

"Give it another fifty feet," he judged.

"Sure thing, Colonel," Soule replied.

The adjustment was made, and the next shell exploded in the belly of the copter. The left nacelle, which
housed the lase and the napalm squirters, was dislodged and tumbled downwards, flames flickering