"Энди Макнаб. Кризис четвертого (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автораreason was that people like me and Glen simply weren't trusted.
Just as I took a step back the silence was broken by shouting, then the distinctive signature ofAKs on auto, their heavy calibre 7.62 short rounds flying around outside the building. "Shit.. . don't move!" Glen shouted into the room. We had gone noisy: not good. He left us and ran down the corridor. I closed the door. I could hear the lighter sound of Car 15s returning fire, and lots of shouting, from our guys as well as the Syrians. It didn't matter that the Syrians could hear us shouting in English-there was now so much gunfire and confusion that it was irrelevant-much more important was to get the communications right. I tried to sound calm. "Sarah, time to go." She turned her back on me and carried on working. Our new friend on the sofa was getting more worried by the minute. I knew just how he felt. There was another exchange of fire outside. "Fuck this, Sarah, we've got to go. Now!" She spun around, her face tight with anger. "Not yet." She almost spat the words. She jabbed her finger toward the direction of the contact as more rounds were fired. "That's what they're paid for. Let them get on with it. Your job is to stay with me, so do it." Glen was at the end of the corridor, screaming to me at the top of his voice. "Get them out! Get them out now!" like a terrified child. I grabbed his arm and started to drag him off the sofa. I hadn't even put on the plasticuffs. "Let's go, Sarah, we're .. . going ... now!" She turned, and as she did I realized that she was drawing down on me, her pistol aimed at my center mass. She stepped back so there was too much distance for me to react to it. My new friend didn't want anything to do with this. He just stood next to me, his arm still half elevated by my hand, gently and calmly praying in a low Arabic moan as he waited to die. Sarah had had enough. "Sit him down." She said something in Arabic that must have been to the effect of "Shut the fuck up!" because he jumped back on the sofa. She levelled her eyes on me again. "I'm staying here, what we are doing here is important. Do you understand?" It doesn't matter who it is, if somebody's pointing a gun at you, you get to understand very quickly. Whatever her agenda was, it must be important. She turned calmly, bolstered her weapon and went back to work on the keys. I had one last try. "Can't we just take him, plus the computers, and fuck off?" She didn't even bother looking at me. |
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