"Zelazny, Roger - DEVILCAR" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"Go as far forward as you can and scan for low openings in the
rock. Be wary. Be ready to attack in an instant."
They climbed into the low foothills. Jenny's aerial rose high
into the air, and the moths of steel cheesecloth unfolded their wings
and danced and spun about it, bright there in the morning light.
"Nothing yet," said Jenny, "and we can't go much further."
"Then we'll cruise along the length of it and keep scanning."
"To the right or to the left?"
"I don't know. Which way would you go it you were a renegade car
on the lam?"
"I do not know."
"Pick one. It doesn't matter."
"To the right, then," she said, and they turned in that direction.

After half an hour the night was dropping away behind the mountains.
To his right morning was exploding at the far end of the Plains,
fracturing the sky into all the colors of autumn trees. Murdock drew
a squeeze bottle of hot coffee, of the kind spacers had once used,
from beneath the dashboard.
"Sam, I think I have found something."
"What? Where?"
"Ahead, to the left of that big boulder, a declivity with some
kind of opening at its end."
"Okay, baby, make for it. Rockets ready."
They pulled abreast of the boulder, circled around its far side,
headed downhill.
"A cave, or a tunnel," he said. "Go slowЧ"
"Heat! Heat!" she said. "I'm tracking again!"
"I can even see the tire marks, lots of them!" said Murdock.
"This is it!"
They moved toward the opening.
"Go in, but go slowly," he ordered. "Blast the first thing that
moves."
They entered the rocky portal, moving on sand now. Jenny turned
off her visible lights and switched to infra-red. An i-r lens rose
before the windshield, and Murdock studied the cave. It was about
twenty feet high and wide enough to accommodate perhaps three cars
going abreast. The floor changed from sand to rock, but it was smooth
and fairly level. After a time it sloped upward.
"There's some light ahead," he whispered.
"I know."
"A piece of the sky, I think."
They crept toward it, Jenny's engine but the barest sigh within
the great chambers of rock.
They stopped at the threshold to the light. The i-r shield
dropped again.
It was a sand-and-shale canyon that he looked upon. Huge
slantings and overhangs of rock hid all but the far end from any eye
in the sky. The light was pale, at the far end, and there was nothing
unusual beneath it.