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

ChryslerЧthree cars on each side of them, in position to ram.
"Has he given you and idea how many there are on the other side?"
"No. I asked, but he will not tell me."
"Well, we'll just have to wait then."
He stayed slumped, pretending to be dead. After a time, his
already tired shoulders began to ache. Finally, Jenny spoke:
"He wants me to pull around the far end of the pile," she said,
"now that they have cleared the way, and to head into a gap in the
rock which he will indicate. He wants to have his auto-mech go over
me."
"We can't have that," said Murdock, "but head around the pile.
I'll tell you what to do when I've gotten a glimpse of the other
side."
The two Mercs and the Big Chief drew aside and Jenny crept past
them. Murdock stared upwards from the corner of his eye, up at the
towering mound of junk they were passing. A couple well-placed
rockets on either end could topple it, but the auto-mech would
probably clear it eventually.
They rounded the lefthand end of the pile.
Something like forty-five cars were facing them at about a
hundred-twenty yard's distance, to the right and ahead. They had
fanned out. They were blocking the exit around the other end of the
pile, and the six guards in back of him now blocked the way behind
Murdock.
On the far side of the farthest rank of the most distant cars an
ancient black Caddy was parked.
It had been beaten forth from assembly during a year when the
apprentice-engineers were indeed thinking big. Huge it was, and
shiny, and a skeleton's face smiled from behind its wheel. Black it
was, and gleaming chromium, and its headlamps were like dusky jewels
or the eyes of insects. Every plane and curve shimmered with power,
and its great fishtailed rear end seemed ready to slap at the sea of
shadows behind it on an instant's notice, as it sprang forward for its
kill.
"That's it!" whispered Murdock. "The Devil Car!"
"He is big!" said Jenny. "I have never seen a car that big!"
They continued to move forward.
"He wants me to head into that opening and park," she said.
"Head toward it, slowly. But don't go into it," said Murdock.

They turned and inched toward the opening. The other cars stood, the
sounds of their engines rising and falling.
"Check all weapons systems."
"Red, all around."
The opening was twenty-five feet away.
"When I saw `now,' go into neutral steer and turn one
hundred-eighty degreesЧfast. They can't be expecting that. They
don't have it themselves. Then open up with the fifty-calibers and
fire your rockets at the Caddy, turn at a right angle and start back
the way we came, and spray the naphtha as we go, and fire on the six