-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Ричард Морган
-
- Видоизмененный углерод
-
- Стр. 264/560
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Arenas
first
,
I
presume
,
"
Carnage
shouted
above
the
echoes
.
"
No
,
let
’
s
see
the
tanks
first
,
"
suggested
Ortega
.
"
Really
?
"
It
was
hard
to
tell
with
the
low
-
grade
synthetic
voice
,
but
Carnage
seemed
to
be
amused
.
"
Are
you
quite
sure
it
’
s
a
bomb
you
’
re
looking
for
,
lieutenant
?
It
seems
to
me
the
arena
would
be
the
obvious
place
to
—
"
"
Got
something
to
hide
,
Carnage
?
"
The
synthetic
turned
back
to
look
at
me
for
a
moment
,
quizzically
.
"
No
,
not
at
all
,
detective
Ryker
.
The
tanks
it
is
,
then
.
Welcome
to
the
conversation
,
by
the
way
.
Was
it
cold
on
stack
?
Of
course
,
you
probably
never
expected
to
be
there
yourself
.
"
"
That
’
s
enough
.
"
Ortega
interposed
herself
.
"
Just
take
us
to
the
tanks
and
save
the
small
talk
for
tonight
.
"
"
But
of
course
.
We
aim
to
co
-
operate
with
law
enforcement
.
As
a
legally
incorporated
—
"
"
Yeah
,
yeah
.
"
Ortega
waved
the
verbiage
away
with
weary
patience
.
"
Just
take
us
to
the
fucking
tanks
.
"
I
reverted
to
my
dangerous
stare
.
We
rode
to
the
tank
area
in
a
dinky
little
electromag
train
that
ran
along
one
side
of
the
hull
,
through
two
more
converted
cargo
cells
equipped
with
the
same
fighting
rings
and
banks
of
seats
but
this
time
covered
over
with
plastic
sheeting
.
At
the
far
end
,
we
disembarked
and
stepped
through
the
customary
sonic
cleansing
lock
.
A
great
deal
dirtier
than
PsychaSec
’
s
facilities
,
ostensibly
made
of
black
iron
,
the
heavy
door
swung
outward
to
reveal
a
spotlessly
white
interior
.
