-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Ричард Морган
-
- Видоизмененный углерод
-
- Стр. 193/560
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
From
the
corridor
that
led
left
I
heard
one
of
the
cabin
doors
open
stealthily
and
then
the
soft
scrape
of
someone
sliding
their
feet
along
the
ground
in
the
mistaken
belief
that
it
would
make
less
noise
than
walking
.
Keeping
my
eyes
fixed
on
the
bar
doors
to
my
right
,
I
stuck
the
Philips
gun
round
the
corner
to
the
left
and
,
without
bothering
to
look
,
sewed
a
silent
scribble
of
bullets
across
the
red
lit
air
in
the
corridor
.
The
weapon
seemed
to
sigh
them
out
like
branches
blowing
in
a
breeze
.
There
was
a
strangled
grunt
,
and
then
the
thud
and
clatter
of
a
body
and
weapon
hitting
the
floor
.
The
doors
to
the
bar
remained
closed
.
I
eased
my
head
round
the
angle
of
the
wall
and
in
the
stripes
of
red
thrown
by
the
rotating
lights
saw
a
stocky
-
looking
woman
in
combat
fatigues
clutching
at
her
side
with
one
arm
and
clawing
after
a
fallen
handgun
with
the
other
.
I
stepped
quickly
across
to
the
weapon
and
kicked
it
well
out
of
her
reach
,
then
knelt
beside
her
.
I
must
have
scored
multiple
hits
;
there
was
blood
on
her
legs
and
her
shirt
was
drenched
in
it
.
I
laid
the
muzzle
of
the
Philips
gun
against
her
forehead
.
"
You
work
security
for
Jerry
?
"
She
nodded
,
eyes
flaring
white
around
her
irises
.
"
One
chance
.
Where
is
he
?
"
"
Bar
,
"
she
hissed
through
her
teeth
,
fighting
back
the
pain
.
"
Table
.
Back
corner
.
"
I
nodded
,
stood
up
and
sighted
carefully
between
her
eyes
.
"
Wait
,
you
—
"
The
Philips
gun
sighed
.
